Jaden, my almost two year old couldn't sleep tonight. Mom brought him down to me as she headed to bed, and he's now leaning up against me - making little snoring sounds and holding his favorite blanket around his neck as we sit on the couch. He's beautiful. He's a son of God - a child of God. He is beautiful.
Over a family picnic early Sunday afternoon, complete with burgers, brats and corn on the cob, I was asked if I would prefer that the war with/in Iraq be here rather than on the other side of the world (?). If I could chose, I doubt that would be my choice. Yet, it seems that we set aside, or at least forego, the things that break the heart of God when we talk politics.
Thousands have died as we attempt to secure our own safety. We quickly claim to be blessed people who live in a free nation. I wonder if we are broken people in need of a savior?
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