My heart hurts today.
Not for myself. I have faith that sustains me, a squirmy little baby in my belly, a hardworking husband who is enjoying his one day of the week to sleep in, a warm home, a job I love, family who supports and loves us, and friends who can love me better than I love myself some days.
My heart hurts for others today. For uncontrollable circumstances, for court dates and foster care appointments, for the sinking sadness that grips some at the holidays. For those who have lost loved ones and are trying to get through, for those who don't have adequate food, safe shelter or love.
My heart hurts for those who have no idea that God came to earth just to know them and be known by them.
It is strange, surely, to be so surrounded by blessings and yet have such a heavy heart.
And so I look forward with the kind of hope that only a Christian can dare to have...not because of anything I am, but because I know that God wins. Oppression, sadness, injustice and hatred will cease. That day is coming, but not quite yet.