It is one thing to watch the news and see people fleeing their homes with buildings burning and crumbling around them. You might notice the pain and suffering in eyes and body posture.
For those who find refuge, you may see looks of relief and gratitude.
That does not mean the pain and suffering goes away.
It causes me to ponder the experience of the vast number of people who have experienced some form of trauma in their lives or have parents or grandparents did.
Experiencing violence in any form may lead you to question all sorts of things. It might be thoughts about safety, well-being, and the value that the people around you, or the world places upon you.
What do you start to believe about yourself and your people when you know other people stand by and watch you suffer from war, famine, slavery, or other forms of violence?
What thoughts and beliefs do carry with you? How do you then show up in the world?
We may see photos. They certainly tell a story. However, they do not tell the full story.
I wonder about the human spirit.
Will the human spirit be the same?
Each person gets to choose the beliefs they hold about themselves and the people around them, and the folks “on the other side.”
What happens to the spirit of love in times like these?
Who will you be to show love holds steadfast, and even expands?
