I wanted to…

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I wanted to write tonight about springtime. I wished to celebrate the beauty of daffodils and such. I yearned to speak of songbirds and the earth’s dependable faithfulness. But once again, I’m shaken to my very core and sobbing about the reality that there are those who place NO value whatsoever on another human being’s life and/or well being. Not only that but there are those who would pose a serious, if not fatal, emotional threat to a child who has already had to endure a heinous crime, especially from someone who him or herself has had to undergo such a sickening and evil reality. Seriously when does it all stop? How many times does someone have to die or to bleed or to be broken before the hatred and hurting in the world comes to an end? There’s not a human being alive that doesn’t know pain, both physical and emotional, and so why would anyone choose to inflict either on another individual, especially an innocent child who, through NO fault of his/her own, has been robbed of his/her childhood and joy and faith? How do such people sleep at night? I’m not naive; I understand that life can be unbelievably shitty and unfair, but if that has been one’s experience in life, why would he/she want to perpetuate those realities by doing the same to others? My faith is strong, and I know that such things break God’s heart too so I will eventually recover. But the blow of something I was informed about today that is so incredibly selfish and tragic and damaging has thrown off my inner balance and I’m struggling to upright myself and remember that not all are like that and that some can and do make a difference by being kind and loving, compassionate and forgiving even when it takes every ounce of wherewithal they possess to do so.

**Photo taken in her yard by Natalie