(I wasn't going to post this, but like you, my heart is heavy. And the words have to go somewhere.) There is a brokenness all around us. You can feel it. It’s palpable like a growth or a tumor. You try to talk about it, because you feel it to your core, but often find the topic of “brokenness” is met with resistance. Even thinking it means you are “old fashioned.” So you refrain from talking about this social tumor. You go about your business doing your best to ignore it.
There are no words. Where does the brokenness start. I don't know. Who's broken? I don't know that either. I only know my heart is broken at the terrible losses in Texas. I just.....can't imagine....
I just defriended someone on Facebook (she said for anyone to defriend her who didn't agree with her - not a problem) who believes that abortion rights were part of the key to "mental health" in avoiding school shootings. Oh the irony.
There are no words. Where does the brokenness start. I don't know. Who's broken? I don't know that either. I only know my heart is broken at the terrible losses in Texas. I just.....can't imagine....
I just defriended someone on Facebook (she said for anyone to defriend her who didn't agree with her - not a problem) who believes that abortion rights were part of the key to "mental health" in avoiding school shootings. Oh the irony.