Chasing the white truck

My heart was broken in a whole new way the first time I went to the feeding center in Haiti. I have seen many things that have hurt my heart, but this was the second time in Haiti where the eyes of a child cut me to the core. I don't know if you have ever had to search for hope, in a country where most of our needs are met, it seems like a desperate need for hope can be lost. As I rode in the back of the pickup truck to the feeding center, out of tin shacks and down the road children came running. From every direction little bare feet were tearing out, trying to catch up to the big white truck. As they ran behind and beside the truck I caught the eyes of this one little boy. There he was, barely clothed, running with this truck, his eyes filled with hope. Hope that this truck was bringing enough rice and beans, and that he would get there fast enough, that he would have a meal that day. Hope. I don't know if it clicked with me right then, or if it took a while, but that is what those children need, hope. They are hungry, and hurting, and desperate for hope of something better. That is what I believe God is calling me to-- to show that there is hope- hope even greater than the things of this world. Our Hope is in Him, and those kids need to know about it.