This past week has been so heartbreaking for me. As I sit and watch all of the darkness and evil in the world my heart only gets more and more broken. It seems as though every day something else happens.
My mind just can’t understand the evil in people. I can’t understand why someone would think killing people is the answer. My heart has been shattered, stomped on, and torn to pieces this week for the world. If this is even a little glimpse at how the Lord hurts when He sees His children doing such evil things, then I can’t begin to thank Him enough for letting me feel the way I do.
I feel numb. I feel anxious. I feel as though my heart has been smashed to a million little pieces. I am broken. I am hurt. But the thing that I keep being reminded of is that every person is broken. Even the people we deem as terrorists. They’re all broken people. They’ve been hurt by someone in their life and this is how they feel they need to act. But what they don’t realize is that they might have instant gratification but they won’t have everlasting joy.
My heart is heavy knowing that these people are so broken and so hurt. My heart goes out to every beating heart on this planet; every person with breath in their lungs.
There are some days I wish I had the innocence of a child again. To see the world in the unshielded beauty that it is. To be able to look past all the hurt, the pain, the evil. To have unveiled eyes at the glory of God. This week has been one of those weeks.
As I look back at 9/11/2001, I was young and innocent. I knew what happened was bad but I didn’t understand the heartbreak that came in mourning the loss of so many lives. That’s exactly what I’m experiencing now. I’m experiencing heartbreak. I’m mourning the loss of so many lives. So much evil occurring in such a short time.
I just keep reminding myself to turn to Jesus. To remember His love and His promises. To remember that He works ALL things together for the good of those who love Him and were called according to His purpose. Romans 8:28.
In a time of such brokenness, my heart cries out to the Lord. The only one who can heal my heart. Who can comfort my suffering.
Know that I am praying for this world. For the hurting people. For the people who lost their lives. For their family and friends mourning their loss.
I’m grieving for the world. And what a hard and beautiful experience that is.