Normal Days

 A little girl screams out for her mother

The mother frantically searches her out in the crowd

People are running everywhere

Trying to escape the chaos and the noise

Trying to grasp what just happened

It was a 'normal' day

The explosion went off

And nothing else from that point forward would be normal

Not for that little girl who lost her mother

Not for that husband who lost his wife

Not for that boy that lost a leg

Nothing would ever be the same

My heart breaks for them

Tears filled my eyes as I read the news

Another bombing

Another 60 people dead

Another 300 people injured

My heart breaks

And somehow I go on living through my normal day

Somehow I find the nerve to complain about my normal days

When miles away families would give anything for my normal day

My heart breaks

I sat there and continued to read the article and the stories…

Imagining the franticness of people wondering how life could go on from that point

My heart breaks

I get so caught up in my own life

I ignore all the many other lives 

I forget that a little girl across the world is going to sleep at night thinking about how she will never see her mother on earth here again

My heart breaks.

It’s at this time when I realize my call to pray for the world around me is drastically more important than I previously believed.

My call to find a way to be involved in bringing healing to the hurting in this world is vital in bringing hope to hopeless hearts.

My heart breaks, and I pray.