The month of May. I don’t have a lot of
words right now. We are still in a pandemic. But people are surfacing
again, desperate for human contact. This month we watched a policeman
murder a black man, which led to protests of despair around our country
and even the world. It’s been a heavy month. I am joining in prayer and
opening my ears to listen to those who are hurting, while trying to
instill a desire in my kids to love everyone and to stand up for
everyone. In the midst of this hurt, we have tried to keep life as
normal possible for our kids. Isaac finished preschool without a
graduation ceremony. Jack finished second grade and misses his friends.
The boys surpassed 50 nights of sleeping in cushion forts. It’s been a
mixed bag, emotionally. Praying that June is better. Praying for healing
of those with covid-19 and those who are hurting from experiencing
racial injustice. Praying for healing and uniting in our country.
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