Good evening! I didn’t get to post last night because one of us in our household had a stomach bug (it was not me), and there was a late night trip to pick up some medicine. Okay, it was Mario. He’s doing a lot better today, but I heard there’s a stomach bug going around so be sure to drink lots of fluids and get rest (I’m talking to myself here too). On top of that I’ve been texting back and forth with cousins in Puerto Rico and discussing with family here about a trip we had planned for Christmas and New Years to go to Puerto Rico. We had the tickets paid for and plans in place to stay for three weeks. That was before Hurricane Maria. I am not upset about the trip as much as I am heartbroken for my family there. The texts I’m getting are heavy hearted, and I wish I could be there to help pick up the pieces.
I am grateful they are all alive, but my heart aches for them and what they face now. I love my family. I love that island. They have my heart. It struck me how this family of my dad’s across the ocean is such an important part of me. I couldn’t sleep Tuesday night and what little sleep I did get was restless. The island was being pummeled, and I was here safe in my bed. I know they’re a resilient people with a fierce faith in God so I am hopeful for them, but the control freak in me wants to be there so bad, and that is hard.
With all that said, tonight is about being grateful for family, for having roots and connection throughout life and caring for one another even though you’re miles apart. I am praying for the rebuilding process and for hope to burn in their hearts in the midst of the damage. Here are some photos from the family in Puerto Rico, and as I pray and look at these beautiful memories, I know God is faithful and near and will show Himself mighty to save.
Psalm 34:18 (NLT)
18 The Lord is close to the brokenhearted;
he rescues those whose spirits are crushed.
With all my heart,
Sonia
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