I’m incredibly tenderhearted. If you ask Brandon, he’ll say it is just one of the many things he loves about me. Sometimes, though, I hate it.

I cried the other day, thinking about the Christians in Iraq who were told to convert, pay this exorbitant tax, leave, or be killed. I don’t often cry, especially about people I probably will never meet, but this was overwhelming. I cried a lot. I wept. Sometimes, because I’m so tenderhearted, I ask others to pray for the things that lay heavily on my heart. I feel silly doing so, like those around me find me naive, immature, foolish. I don’t like feeling that way, so a lot of times I hold it in. 

But today is another one of those days. My heart is so heavy with the wars and rumors of wars from around the world. I just want peace like never before. I want all sides of conflict to come to a compromise, whether it’s Gaza/Israel, or Ukraine/Russia, or things closer to home, yet I’m not a part of the peace makers.
 
I *hate* war. I *hate* conflict.
 
I just never realized how much until now.
 

There’s too much to go into on this blog, but my brain is spinning. Conflict seems to surround me, and yet I can’t make peace because it’s not my conflict.

Lord Jesus, come quickly.

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About Karen

What's there to say really? I pretend I have two left feet because I hate the attention, but at the same time, i love to make people laugh, even if it's by being a klutz. I am an enigma, even to myself, and I'm full of irrelevant paradigms. I barely even know what I just wrote! View all posts by Karen

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