Grief
It was surreal watching protests in America unfold while we were in Lebanon and it left me feeling as though I didn’t know how to speak into the situation while I wasn’t here. This week, despite being here, has just left me speechless though. In my last post I mentioned that I’ve been trying to hold my tongue and not say things that will cause further division and I believe that’s still true. But I also believe we are called to cry out, particularly for justice. I’ve been praying throughout the week and trying to listen. I’ve been trying to seek wisdom from the Father and align my will with His. As I prayed, I just felt a heavy sense of grief. It’s an emotion I typically feel throughout January though each year the weight of grief varies. But this year as I watched the insurrection live on the news, it was not my son that I grieved… it was not even my nation I grieved… I grieved the souls of...