When it feels like your heart can’t break anymore . . .

When it feels like your heart can’t break anymore . . .

It’s hard to know what to say. I was a little late getting the news, and I’m a little late with this post.

It was a busy Monday morning. But then I took a quick look at Facebook. For a moment, I wanted to turn back time and stay off the computer.

Block my ears and hum to myself. As though that would keep it from being true.

Over 50 people killed. That was the headline at the time. The count keeps rising. My heart keeps aching. And I don’t know how to process this tragedy. On top of tragedies. In the wake of hurricanes. Of Puerto Rico reeling from the devastation of Maria.

Maybe you don’t know how to process it either. Maybe you’re closer to Las Vegas than I. Perhaps you know someone directly hurt by this unspeakable act. Perhaps you have friends and family suffering in Puerto Rico. All I know how to offer you is prayer. A shoulder to cry on. I can open my purse and give what I have to help. I can gently remind you there are still loving, decent people in this world. God is still good and He still loves us more than we can imagine. Our only hope is in Him.

Because it certainly is not in this world.

God is our merciful Father and the source of all comfort. He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us.
2 Corinthians 1:3-4


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