12/14/2012

You'll find a prayer from every household blanketing the nation today. You can yell. You can hate. You can injure. You can curse the light of day. But, please don't. With all my heart, please don't. To lose the most precious piece of one's life in a heart's beat is a state of paralysis no one should ever have to endure. I can't imagine explaining to my child why they can no longer go to school or why the doors out to recess must be locked and guarded by armed officers so they can color, count, and learn in peace. "I understand," are words I will never speak to the victim's families. But I would humbly ask permission to mourn, to pray, to love, and somehow, to learn to how to forgive with them--with this nation where freedom, courage, the pursuit of happiness...Lord, let me be an instrument of thy peace.

The eloquence of kindness is rivaled by no author’s account of the wonders of this world. To witness love’s unexpected grace in the hours of yesterday, today, and tomorrow leaves me humbled; wishing to be better for what tomorrow could promise to be.  I try.  With all my being, I try to be adequate to the nomadic standards of life’s questions in regards to the integrity of my character.  But what a waste of energy standards are if they overlook kindness in its raw beauty of human affection.  I would rather be poor in all the foundations of successful endeavors than to misplace the courage to be kind.