The night is quiet.
The streets are empty.
But I cannot sleep.
As the rain pit patters on my window, I find myself unsettled in the darkness. My mind is exhausted with thoughts and images of today's tragic attacks. The sadness of Brussels weighs heavily in my safe and quiet loft.
My heart feels heavy.
Maybe yours does too.
Social media platforms and news outlets continue to push content and bombard with updates. It becomes overwhelming. You might feel helpless and confused.
Questions lead to a place of blame. Blame leads to resentment and then what?
I don't know.
In the quiet hours though, I have come to learn that despite the destruction and disaster, there needs to be hope. Where there is hope, there is love. If we stop hoping, we kill the light. And then love grows cold. We grow cold.
And more than anything, love needs faith. The foundation of truth. If we have faith that there is good, we will find in ourselves an abundance of hope.
As you read this, feel the weight of tragedy and embrace its pain. But hold onto your hope. Have faith there is good