Sometimes it feels as though the heartbreaking stories are coming quicker. As if the trials are larger. Sometimes it feels as though we haven't caught our breath from the last sorrow when the next one appears. That they are piling up.
And one (one being me) might want to shrink back a bit. Hide. Give place to the fear. And yet what honor would that bring to those who are gone? Is courage not the right response? Tornadoes, explosions, murders & thieves - these are all realities of this life. Fearing them does nothing to preserve ourselves.
Quite the opposite.