Oh, the news. The news, the news, the news. We read or watch or log in and then what can we do but trade words like grieving and heartbroken and terrifying and awful and how and why? Our words are getting worn thin lately.
I know that conflict is nothing new. I get it. Heartache and hurt and brokenness and fear and pain and injustice: they’ve been around awhile. That doesn’t actually make it better.
And still, you have to figure out how to live your life, the one with the early mornings and contested bedtimes and projects that aren’t coming together and deadlines looming and trips to the grocery store and dinners around the table.
In other words, you still have to be you, here, now. You were made to be you, here, now. It’s no surprise, this existence of yours. The question is, what are you supposed to do with it?