The struggle…


…There is a struggle between words and thoughts on a day like today.  The struggle comes, mostly due to the fact words cannot truly express my thoughts so I sit in silence and struggle with emotions that run wild, because I simply do not know what to say.  It’s not like people were waiting around for me to say something profound to bring resolution to their struggling minds, but I was…I was waiting for my own words of truth and comfort.

I was in my car holding a dog in my lap as my family was driving around Knoxville running an errand.  As has become the norm, Twitter broke the news.  Two bombs had just exploded near the finish line of the Boston Marathon.  My mind immediately rushed to a beautiful day in September 2001.  I can guarantee I’m not the only one who thought the same.  Life as we know it changed that day and my mind found itself on the edge of thinking the same thing.  Is this another one of those America altering events.

Without a doubt many are broken for life that was lost and the carnage of so many injured.  We seek answers and maybe restitution.  Whomever is responsible for disaster deserves disaster.  But how do I respond as a follower of Christ?  How do I love?  How do I help?  What can I do?  Only one thing comes to mind…Love God deeply.  It’s only in that love I find hope for those affected by this tragedy.  It’s in His grace I find hope for us all.

Trust in the Lord with all of your heart, lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him and He will make your paths straight. – Ps. 3:5-6

I don’t have answers (outside of the fact we are broken and in need of restoration); therefore, I cannot lean on the things I understand, but I can trust in the Lord.  This is the answer I need…this is the rest for my struggle.