I’m heartbroken. Heartbroken, wrecked, devastated and grieved for every mother, brother, child, grandfather, teacher, leader and neighbor in Ukraine. I’ve started to write something a million times over the past few days and every time, my words only come up short. Words are powerful, but every once in a while, the fog of despair is too heavy for them to flow. Now is one of those times, and so we pray and we sit and we reflect and we hold hands as we look for ways to help. We hug the people closest to us. We tell them how much they mean to us. We dance in the kitchen and we cuddle on the couch and we love with everything we have. We let our hearts fill with compassion and grace and we push all hate, hostility and bitterness aside. We mourn for those who are mourning. We take care of each other. We care about what matters, and what matters is people. People. Life. Beautiful, precious, irreplaceable souls. , Please don’t let my heart get so calloused that I’m untouched by someone else’s pain, don’t let my hands get so weary that I’m unable to do good. Please don’t let my mind get so prideful that I’m unwilling to listen and to learn, don’t let my voice get so weakened that I’m unsure of how to use it, don’t let my feet get so fearful that I’m unmotivated to go out into the world and help or let my light get so dim that I’m unfit to shine and most of all lease don’t let my soul get so comfortable that I forgot to fight for what is right, and what is good and what is just.
