The tremors of hurt and anger seem to be cracking our very foundations.
And the message carries many faces...
Not one of us has truly walked in another's shoes, we strive for understanding, for justice, and the process becomes as unique as our very fingerprint.
Some walk in protest, there are riots, there is also peace.
Many retreat into quiet, grappling with issues, heavy and uncomfortable. Some proclaim with voice, strong and sure.
And while the process may look different in each life, that message is never as clear as the photo board over my desk that inspires me every. single. day.
Sweet smiles shine out to the world. Each grandbaby a delight to this Memaw, loved deeply, fiercely and more than the breath in my lungs.
These innocent faces have yet to feel the cruelty of a nation bent on tearing itself apart. They love generously and without reserve... unsullied by the ugliness all around.
This, This is what I want for our brokeness. That pure love, a child's trust, an endless hope in all that is good in each other.
"Love one another with brotherly affection.
Out do one another in showing honor."
Romans 12:10 (ESV)
So, when our hearts are breaking over a world that is broken, take me back to the kind of love that bears one another's burdens, honors others above ourselves, and loves without reserve.
That is worth fighting for. Always.