My friend Anne Jackson, who blogs at flowerdust, sent in another report from Haiti. She’ll send us one more recapping her visit. But this is what she was experiencing just a couple days ago on the ground: We went into the tent city today wondering what would happen. Thousands of people last night had flooded Twitter with pleas to media and NGOs to help get food, supplies, and medicine to this community we had found yesterday. Thank you for so quickly falling in love with the families we met that needed so much. When we arrived shortly before 9 am, the people had planted a church – various tarps and sheets with a small area to use as a stage. Music began immediately, and people filed in singing, dancing, and thanking God for the help that was to come. The tent city is in a valley, a flood area. To get to it, you walk down a paved road and turn down a dirt road full of rocks and head down an incline. As people kept singing“God is my provision” and “I have no other source but God” I kept looking up from the valley, up the hill, waiting for a caravan [...]