I consider myself lucky. Lucky that my children are both under the age of 2 and they have no idea what is happening to the world around us. I consider myself lucky that I don't need to have the tough conversations with them or answer the hard questions that really don't have answers. I consider myself lucky that right now the world is a place of wonder and excitement, not fear and judgment.
Please parents, its time to reveal the problems in the heart in ourselves, in our own children, and call ourselves to something better. To teach something better, to show something better, to be better. I beg of you. It's not about these lives mattering or those lives mattering more. Everyone needs to matter. EVERYONE. Every movement needs to let go of their divisions, reach across the street, the picket line, the railroad tracks, and collectively agree that LIFE matters. Plain and simple.
I am here. I am here with my very own problems in my heart. I sit here angry at the world around me. I am frustrated that my children are growing up in a time where there is so much hurt and so much darkness. Still, I remember that you created the light and light is more powerful than darkness. Help me be part of that light. Help me guide others to your light. Most importantly, help me guide my children to your light so that they can also show your love. Your love is so much better than ours. So much more complete. I pray for their hearts. I pray they are tender and strong. I pray that they are compassionate and gentle. Father, I lift up this world to you and ask that you work in the hearts of those who are so filled with anger and hatred. Do things that only you can do. Reach people that only you can reach. Be near to us, dear Jesus. I am so sorry that we keep messing things up. Help us be better. Come into our hearts and stay. Call us to something higher. Call us to love. Period.