You’re thinking about your to-do list and your grocery list and that thing you wish you hadn’t said and that person from school who still has no idea how much they hurt you. Your brain never stops.
Tears streamed down my child’s face. The frustration was clear, but the real issue wasn’t. Was it exhaustion? A misunderstanding? I never figured it out.
The words that stopped me cold weren’t shouted or even spoken angrily. They were gentle, coming through the speakers of my laptop. One sentence, spoken sweetly, that gave me chills.
In a world where anyone with a phone is a news source and where everyone with social media can become a pseudo-celebrity, it is no shock that what was once sacred is snapped instead.
I wanted to stay in my bed and not move one inch. But not moving means not healing, and being still means staying sick. So move I did, and the healing came.
It is not enough for us as believers to simply say, as the wide-sweeping solution to this tragedy and those of its kind, “This world just needs Jesus."