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.
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.