We see the news, we hear the numbers, we count the dead. We thank God that it wasn’t our friend, our husband, our child.
But it is someone’s child…every person is someone’s child.
I knew when Dominic died I wasn’t the only mama who had to open the door to a police officer with the news every parent fears. Mamas around the world bury their children. Many because of hunger, or for lack of clean water or the most basic healthcare.
Last night many died because of violence.
In our hyper-connected world, it is so easy to become numb, to become hard. I can shut down and shut out the things I don’t want to hear, don’t want to think about.
But it doesn’t make them go away.
So I ask for grace to care. To love. To pray–not only for the victims of the violence, but for the families of the perpetrators as well.
No one is so far away from God that His love and mercy can’t reach them still.
“LORD, take my heart of stone and replace it with a heart of flesh. Make me tender-help me mourn. Stir me to prayer and action. Give me hands that reach for those who hurt and feet that rush in when others run away. Fill my lips with words of life so that those who have lost hope will know that You are God.”