I walked into my house this morning filling up my mug with coffee and cream, hoping it would make sense of a world that hurts. Maybe, just maybe, my consistent morning coffee would add security to what my eyes have seen in just this last week alone.
A friend pregnant with baby #3. Illegal. Baby. Wanted by some, unwanted by many. Told to dispose of it. It's just a baby.
A friend pregnant. Fearful of a history spotted with miscarriages.
A young girl. Abused by a hand supposed to comfort. A parent taking revenge on a child. In public.
I cry.
A friend pregnant. Surprise. Knowing the joy. Fearing the sacrifice. Miscarriage. Grieving. Hurting.
Babies found in cans meant for trash. Against all odds. Found. Survived.
Belligerent parent's heart changed. A child's plea for them. Prayers answered. Hopes captured.
Days are deceiving. Control is fleeting. God is hope.
