On Friday, as we all learned of the shooting that took place in Connecticut, I didn't have much of a prayer. I didn't know what words to say. I didn't know how to articulate the horror and grief that my heart felt. The only thing that I found my heart, and my mouth, able to utter was "Jesus, help."
Grief is something that so many of us shy away from, myself included. But over this past year, I've felt the Lord calling me not to run from it. Not to hurry past the people in my life who are broken and hurting. Not to turn off my pain, but to embrace it, as I let Jesus embrace me. I am nowhere near a master of this. I still find myself wanting to talk about the light and fun things in life, instead of really mourning with those who mourn. But I want to grow in this. Jesus was so good at truly grieving with those who were grieving. So if I want to be like Jesus, I need to be willing to do the same.
Casey Wiegand wrote a beautiful, honest, and yet totally hope-filled article that I think is worth reading. It said a lot of what my heart didn't know how to form into words. I hope you can find peace and hope in her beautiful words. I'm praying for those affected by this horrible tragedy and I'd love for you to join me.