I woke this morning in a warm bed, sheltered from the cold snowy weather outside. There is running water, electricity, and food in the fridge. I am so incredibly lucky to have access to all these things.
On the other side of the world an estimated 9.8 million people have had their lives and homes devastated by the super-typhoon Haiyan that hit the Philippines on Friday. Heartbreaking stories and pictures are being broadcast of the destruction inflicted by the storm. I can only imagine the pain and suffering the people are undergoing at this moment.
As the first influx of aid makes its slow way through the debris left in the wake of the storm, friends and colleagues are on their way to offer medical assistance and provide the essential assistance so urgently needed. This colossal storm has ravaged the islands it swept over and left a nation, and the world in shock.
Working in disaster response means that any such disaster could see myself and my husband being deployed at any moment, and every single statistic reported for us is not just a number but a life and a person left utterly destitute by the catastrophe. It is part of our job, but also a pull on our heart strings as we watch the aftermath unfold.
This will not be my time to go, but my thoughts and prayers are with those who are already there or soon on their way to restore hope and dignity to those affected.