Today I struggle to find words. I woke up to another morning of sad news and the picture of an 11-year-old boy who, along with his father and many others, was killed by…evil…that’s the name I choose to give to the person(s) who slaughters innocent people for…evil. There just is no other word for it.
Trying to find peace…trying to wrap my mind around the world that we live in and the realities that my children will have to face…for me, I find peace in God and the belief that He is the only answer to all this evil. And I find strength in these moments when I’m alone, surrounded by open skies and fields. When I see pieces of our past and I’m reminded that evil is nothing new to this world.
In the end…Good will overcome. That is what I hold onto.