It's been a rough couple of weeks. The church I am a member of came out with a new policy that has been extremely difficult for me to digest. (That is an entire separate post that will probably never happen).
The terrorist attacks in Paris.
The Syrian refugee crisis.
Tonight, as I knelt next to Peter's bed to pray with him, I freely spoke to my Father in Heaven about some of these things. Namely, the refugees, or "people with nowhere to live and not enough food to eat, and children with no parents. Help us be kind and always help when and where we can." (I'm constantly trying to reinforce to Peter that the most important thing in life is to be kind).
After I finished the prayer, I stood up to give Peter goodnight kisses and he was wiping tears from his eyes. He didn't want to tell me what was wrong at first..."I'm fine. I'm not sad." But a moment later, " I AM sad. What about those children with nothing to eat and no mommy to help them grow up?"
All I could do was hold his head in my hands and cry with him. "Life is hard, Peter. That's why it is so important to help and do what we can for people. We are so lucky to have our family and food to eat and a warm home." With that, I kissed him and hugged him with soft, motherly fierceness and retired to my room to read.
Through my remaining tears, I opened to the last few chapters of Chelsea Dyreng's " The Cenote" and found myself lost in a Mezzo American world filled with love,grief, laughter, marital strife, legends, and forgiveness. Once again I was in tears. This book is PERFECT for a book club. Her story telling is brilliant and the subject matter is relatable to the vast majority of people. I'm not going to tell you what the book is a metaphor for. Just read it. You must. You must!
Get the book HERE.
It will enrich your life and open the door to some great questions and conversations. I love books that make you think and stay with you. I prom dress that this is worth the read.
So with all of these instances of pain and sadness this week--there has been a sweetness and an awakening to them. (Perhaps not with the first issue in this post). I've thought and felt things I don't necessarily feel the need to share, but the bottom line is I have felt a softened love for the human race (once again) and been reminded of how much we need each other, how essential forgiveness is, and how we must love one another or die.
So say a prayer. Read a good book. And keep on loving.