There is an instant sobering that takes place when tragedy strikes. When the Haitian earthquake happened last Tuesday, my life instantly became simple. I was more thankful for what I did have, and I cared less about wanting more out of life. I suddenly saw myself as the wealthiest woman in the world.

I look at the photos of thousands of people who now make the streets their home—in a country where most of the people live on less than $2 a day—and I think, How is it possible to lose everything, when you have so little to begin with?

It is good for me to think about all of my stuff crumbling—I am learning that I am not an owner of my stuff, just a steward. It can all be lost in an instant. I become less attached to this world and more hopeful of the next.

I read Psalm 16 this morning, and was challenged by David’s heart toward his life. “I say to the Lord, ‘You are my Lord; I have no good apart from you’.”

Do I live like the Lord is my prize, my most precious possession? It is the only thing that cannot be taken from me.

Do I pray for the Haitian people, that they would have Christ? Because even food and water pale in comparison to knowing God.