This morning I woke up happy and excited that it was Friday. The last day of the work week. 11 hours separated me from the weekend festivities! I went about my morning routine as per the usual making breakfast for myself, making my coffee, packing lunch for myself, packing breakfast for #babybigtruck, getting myself and her ready for the day. We said our goodbyes to Mike and set off for school and work. I started the truck buckled her in and got in myself that is when everything changed.
The radio came to live and I heard what went down in Dallas last night. Recently you can’t help but hear anything but sad and tragic things happening all over our country and world. It seems like just about every day something is brought to our attention about a shooting, a terror attack, parents loosing children in terrible ways either by accident or by kidnappings, just terrible news left and right. It makes my heart hurt so bad.
As we were driving along and #babybigtruck was babbling on as she usually does pointing out the water in the bay, the trucks, the motorcycles that go by. Insignificant things in this world to you and I but big things to her. She is clueless. clueless to what I am hearing on the radio about the shootings in Dallas. Clueless to the news broadcasts about kidnappings, terror attacks, police shootings, hate crimes, clueless to the big things in life. To be two years old and not care again.
It got me thinking how will this world be in 20 years? It scares me to think that these terrible things are happening so regularly now a days. How will I explain these things to her when she asks as she gets older? It makes me sad for the upcoming generation of kids that we are raising right now. It is no longer safe to let kids out of your sight like when I was younger. I am by no means a helicopter parent I like to let #babybigtruck explore and figure things out on her own but I now have to make sure that I am within sight of her all the time. When I was growing up I could go out and play and my mom and dad could do whatever they needed to do in the house and not worry about me. When we would be out and about I could walk a little ahead of them and they didn’t have to worry about some stranger randomly try to run off with me. Gone are those days. It’s sad.
I want nothing more than to be able to raise #babybigtruck in a world where there is no hate, no shootings, no terror, no racism, but let’s be honest that is not possible. In the mean time all I can do is hope and pray that she sees that the only way things will change is by people changing. I hope and pray that one day she will grow to be a light in this dark world and share love not hate. I pray that she will find Jesus and cling to him in good times and bad. I pray that she would share the hope and love of Jesus.
My heart breaks for those who have been hurt by last nights acts and all the acts recently that have been happening. I pray for peace, I pray for understanding, I pray for justice, I pray for our country, I pray that people would choose to love instead of hate, I pray the lost are found and that this world would start to see the light and find a way to love one another.
I hope and pray everyone who is reading this right now has a wonderful weekend.