The post I was in the process of writing got interrupted.
Interrupted by the continuing news coverage of a local story. A missing child, a devastated family.
As a parent, this particular news story cuts deep. Cuts too deep.
I am struck by how my night is ending tonight. I will crawl into a warm bed in my coffee pajama pants. My precious babies are asleep down the hall. Safe.
Another family is immersed in a tragedy I can’t bear to imagine, experiencing incredible pain.
I don’t want to imagine.
I can’t do much.
Sometimes we can’t do much.
So I pray.
I am grateful for my gifts.
I will hold my warm kittens tight.
Tomorrow I will wake up and try to be the person.
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