I hope that regular readers have come to know that my blog posts are intended to encourage, uplift, and then prompt us all to share God’s love in the world.
I hope that my words give inspiration, comfort, and kindness.
I hope to remind readers of God’s infinite love for everyone as often as possible.
I hope to show the gifts and beauty of everyday moments and of all of creation.
Writing these thoughts brings joy and purpose to my soul.
But this week, I had been working on several drafts while pondering some new inspirations to share. Then, for yet another time, I sadly learned about the senseless killing of ten more black people in Buffalo, by a gunman whose very intention was to reduce their numbers.
My words seem futile. My encouragement seems pointless. My stories seem petty and insignificant against the backdrop of these incredibly painful tragedies.
Our family is beautifully diverse in color, orientation, and identity, and we are bonded by much more than birth and bloodline. Each time I hear these stories – far too many of them – that someone has been killed only because of who they are, my maternal heart and soul become so very angry, fearful, despairing, and terribly, terribly sad.
Please, PLEASE, keep pouring love into the world, dear friends.
This is all I have to say today.
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