While the banter across social media and even on the news stations has included hypotheses about the why’s and what we could do to stop a tragedy, I think it really comes back to a heart issue and a matter of love. Love? Yes, love.
I recently found myself in two vastly different scenarios, but both brought me back to a place of inspecting my own heart.
In the first situation, I travelled to surprise a friend for a big 50th birthday celebration being planned for her. Before returning home, however, I stayed on a few more days with another friend for the express purpose of rest and fellowship. She had declared before I even arrived, “I don’t want you lifting a finger. I’ll take care of anything you need.” She knew that the stress of the past year had left me exhausted physically, mentally, and emotionally, and what I needed was rest in every sense of the word, and my short visit allowed for that.
Have you ever longed to be part of the group? To be noticed? Accepted? I’ve been there. Wanting to be accepted, included, validated. At a women’s conference, I hoped for the wisdom of a mature woman in the faith for my current heart’s cry. I stood in front of her, waiting in line to have just a few moments of her time. [more]