WEARY

My life is very good, but my heart is weary from the angst of this week... bombs and blasts that have torn bodies and communities apart. I catch the news every chance I get, out of curiousness and alarm. I pray. I sometimes cry. Even as I write this, I feel guilty for complaining in light of other's horror and loss. But for tonight, I pause to take in the beauty of God's creation... spring blooms from Memphis. Tomorrow I will go back to praying for the victims and those who care for them.