06/16/2025
This weekend shook me.
Two innocent children are now orphans—not because of an accident or illness, but because of hatred. A disagreement turned into destruction. That’s not just wrong—it’s evil.
We are each raised differently. Even within the same household, siblings experience different parenting, different pressures, different lives. So of course we will have different opinions, beliefs, and convictions. But that is never—ever—a reason to hate.
Not one of us knows all the details. And still, the world is already drawing lines, blaming sides, weaponizing belief systems as if opinions are fact. But we don’t know his heart. We don’t know his faith, his politics, or his reasons. We just know his actions were pure evil.
Maybe it’s because I’ve lost my brother. Maybe it’s because grief has kissed my life too many times. But I don’t want to live another second clinging to hatred or assuming I know everything.
I want to love deeper.
I want to hug longer.
I want to breathe in the scent of wildflowers and smile at the way the moss grows.
Because this life? It’s so, so short.
I don’t care what you believe, who you vote for, or what religion you follow—if you are breathing, I hope you choose love. I hope you speak kindness. I hope you walk away from division and walk toward unity. Because hate? It is a thief. And it is not welcome here.
God met me right where I was this week—in my Bible-in-a-Year reading plan, a few days behind, as usual. But somehow, it was right on time. (Continued in comments)
