While the world turns and turmoils, I post pictures of beaches.
While suspicion rises and opinions gain momentum, I paint another picture.
While fear whispers unheard but felt, I’ll play another song.
When I see my children online, I want to blow the whistle, ring the bell, honk the horn, call them in. “Time to go home now!”, give them dinner and baths and tuck them in with kisses and goodnights and “see you in the mornings” – but instead my heart holds and loves and lifts… and His Spirit hears my love as prayer.
The Cross is bigger than the mess.