Rain clings to the panes of the Jalousie windows as I peer outside, desperate for a ray of golden sun to warm my chilled heart.
Sometimes this world is too much to bear. Too heavy.
We either wear sadness as a blanket or move down the list to the next tweet without pause for the depth of reality behind haunting words.
Yesterday, punched me in the gut and left me doubled over and gasping in prayer.
My home is safe and cozy and joyous, but out there…
…and, well, sometimes in here, the bleakness of depravity and darkness creeps in through my screens.
This momma lost her son this week, and handled it with the grace and transparency that I can’t honestly say I could muster.
Yesterday in my Facebook stream I saw someone repost a photo of a tailgate paint job that looked like a girl was bound and tied up in the bed of the truck with the caption “LOL.” My stomach lurched.
Last night on Instagram, a friend shared that 14 y.o. Charice Beaumont of Provo, UT, never made it to school– and her parents didn’t know anything was amiss until school was over and she hadn’t come home.
Bombs in Boston. Newtown parents watching from the stands.
The heaviness of reality is even worse than the darkness coming through the screens.
We can do that.
Or send an encouraging word of love and kindness . We can do that too.
All we can do is choose love– and wait for the sun to peek out again.
“My beloved friends, let us continue to love each other since love comes from God. Everyone who loves is born of God and experiences a relationship with God. The person who refuses to love doesn’t know the first thing about God, because God is love– so you can’t know him if you don’t love.” 1John 4:7-9 (MSG)