Misery strikes me in my core, just as bombs reign down on Syria tonight. It breaks my heart to think of all those babies, dying in their beds, if they were lucky enough to have one.
Anguish pierces my very soul, as children starve in Ethiopia, Sudan, North Korea. Here at home they go to bed hungry every night, malnourished, tired, unable to think.
Vengefulness hits me between my eyes, thinking of the evil people who hurt children, through murder, rape, abuse, and neglect. Why must they suffer? What is the point? If only their perpetrators had never been born.
Pain racks my body, while children are diagnosed, with cancer, heart defects, and every other disease. They know pain, that most of us will not know in a lifetime.
Helplessness wells up inside my body, listening to news of another child killed by a drunk driver, falling out a window, drowning in a pool. Their lives cut short, gone before they has a chance to be.
Joy erupts inside my brain, when I watch my children, eat, play, and go to school. Things a lot of us take for granted. Seeing them love each other makes it all worth while. All the fear, that my children might be one of them, not so lucky.
Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.“
Running Half Empty 