I finally turned to the news on Saturday night.
I don’t watch much news.
I know that I should. I always intend to be a well-rounded, knowledgeable, worldly individual.
But life is right in front of me, begging for attention. And the news… well, it’s not.
And when it is? Well, it’s never good.
It’s the kind of news that makes me want to ignore it all the more.
I don’t know what to do with the terror and the terrible. I never did. And I know less now that I have little ones.
Why fixate my gaze on all of the bad and the horrible when there is good and amazing right in front of me?
Because it puts things in perspective.
Because even in the midst of the terror and the terrible, there is hope.
When I finally turned to the news on Saturday night, I watched an interview with a man who had thrown himself on top of his friends to shield them from the raining bullets.
I listened to a woman who lay in a hospital bed, mourning the tragic loss of a close friend. She admitted that one day, she’d forgive the man who did this.
Amidst the terror and the terrible, there is hope.
There are people doing things I can’t imagine. And I mean that in all of the good ways as well as the bad.
My heart goes out to those whose lives were changed forever on Friday morning. May you also find hope in the midst of the terror and the terrible.
linking up with Shell to pour my heart out.
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