Sometimes events are life catch one out, as if one is unaware of the obvious. Life often whispers in my ear that I am living in a fragile, dangerous, and often painful place. I am not unique in this regard. From what I can see, the warning applies to everyone. I, along with many others, forget. In a recent case, it was personal. Even as I pause, remember, and pray for those closest to her, I find myself struggling with my emotions.
As I sit in the quietness of a new morning, I am sure it is a dream, yet part of me struggles to remind myself that it is real. I keep hoping the outcome will change. In the face of my heart’s desire, my mind tries to remind me that it was and is.
An old writer’s legacy describes the moment just before people of his time got some news that caught them unaware. “While your people were at worship, your enemies barged in, brawling and scrawling graffiti.” (Psalm 73.4) While I can look at their event with the benefit of time and distance, it still does not make any sense. The challenge then and now is what do we do with the wound that has touched our heart and soul?
I do not know what others should do, although I have a few ideas for myself.
I need to live life as fully as I can. There are cries that need a compassionate response. There are individuals that could use an advocate on their side. Opportunities call for engagement and action. I can do what I can.
I want to honor the hope that was living in the lives of people I know. I could see it in their eyes. I could hear it in their voice. I could feel it in the legacy that they left in their wake. A foundation was laid. I can build on it.
I can also walk aware. Aware of how precious life is, aware of how important relationships are, and aware of the difference I make.
