Comfort My People

I don't know how or why even to write just now.

I want to scream this grief from the rooftops so the whole wide world will know just how dear and precious and sacred is even this one boy's life and how his mother and father and sister and brother are breaking wide open with the now very probable reality of losing him. And everyone, everyone ought to know about it because his life and theirs is on equal par with every God-given wonder of breath that walks the face of this earth.

But I want to hide them away too-- I want to wrap a wall around their hearts that are spilling and mixing with the pain of our own and keep them warm and safe from eyes that care only to gawk or read information without holding it as dear and precious and weighty as it ought to be held.

And yet I know some of you are praying. Some of you are grieving too, and you long for a glimpse of what is happening.

Forgive me for saying too little or too much. I long to honor this precious family and my own heart is so broken for them right now that it may be quiet here for awhile as we hold them and wait for what may come.

Would you pray for them to know Comfort of the One who holds them?

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.

Thank you for taking this matter upon your own heart.