The headline at the top of the page grabbed my attention right away. Another shooting. More people dead. How long will this go on?
How have we as a nation come to be so divided? Are we more divided than we were or is the division just that much more obvious? Such troubling times.
There are so many bandwagons I could jump on today. Not all cops are bad. Not all blacks are bad. Not all whites are good. There’s more to the stories of the week than we know. The end is coming.
But none of them matter to me today. I don’t want to jump on anyone else’s soapbox or join anyone else’s protest.
Today, I want to curl up next to my husband and hear his heart beat. I want to know he is okay. But he’s on duty and he won’t be home today. So instead, I will curl up in my Abba Papa’s arms and let Him hold me close. I will let Him be my partner until my husband gets home. I will go to Him, for I am weary, and He will give me rest.
He will carry my burden, because I know He feels it too.