I keep trying to think of something cheery to write, that God is good. And He is. That I’m so thankful there are all these great kids around Hope Street and that people are getting along and I’m grateful that I get to be a part of it. And I am. But then in the wake of yet another shooting, I listened as little girls talked about the black lives matter movement and asked me if I was fighting for their lives. And I listened to my mom cry as her mom passed away in the hospital alone. And I listened to yet another news reporter give another coronavirus mandate. I am wrestling with all these thoughts. I don’t know why things are the way they are in the world. I don’t have answers. I don’t know what to do.
Lord, you know. I know you’re working even when I don’t feel you working. I have seen the good you bring to this world each and every day.
Lord, I’m listening. My ears are open to you. Don’t let me get pulled away from you.
“I keep my eyes always on the Lord. With him at my right hand, I will not be shaken”
Father, help us to keep our sight set on you. Let us feel your presence and your guidance. Give us the words to say. Let us hear you. Give us the strength to understand that we don’t have to understand. I am thankful for your plan.