The Weight Of Our Worries

It’s been a heavy week here in Nashville. You can see it on the faces passing by, the signs taped to storefront windows, and the way parents were hugging their kids the next day in the park. You can feel it too. You can feel the weight in your heart, and in your head. It’s a lot. But, to be honest, I need to feel that weight.

Knowing there are families feeling like their hearts have been ripped from their chest, I need to feel some pressure on mine. Pressure to grieve for them, pressure to pray for them, and pressure to act for them. It’s important to me. I can’t imagine what is going on in their minds, how they are feeling, and I hope to God I never have to. It’s my worst fear. Their worst fears came true on a Sunday morning, up on the prettiest hill in Nashville. TN.

I know there is hope out there; hope for the world for change, and hope in the world that LOVE will concur all the division we have been experiencing. It’s not easy, but in my mind, how can the protection of people we love not be a no brainer? It’s a big question mark or me, but I’m hopeful.

I attended a candle light vigil last night, and felt the love of our community pouring out. I hope to do all I can to change what I can. I know that LOVE concurs all, and LOVE will bring a solution to this tragic problem we have.

love,

em