Today I shed a tear. I saw on Facebook that a body has been found in a river that I used to cross regularly next to a pub that I went to celebrate my A level results, a friends 21st and the catch up when we were first back from uni. A town I called home and a place I knew.
I don't know how God bears to see his broken world hurting. I have to blot out all the pain in the world, we forget that every minute children are dying, old people are alone, and for some people just getting out of bed is an achievement.
I pray that today Jesus is walking the streets of that town I once called home. That God's comforting arms are there ready to hold all those who hurt, and that good can come out of even the darkest moments.
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