When it's so far away... so distant... it becomes stories. Not real.
Then you learn of someone specific who has been affected. Read more personal accounts. Mourn with them for the loss of a father (to 13!).
Suddenly it's not so distant. I'm sobbing at my computer.
I gather my littles close to me, explain to them a little of what happened, and we pray. Together.
For comfort.
For salvation.
Protection.
Wisdom.
Guidance.
Provision.
My heart is full for them all... and so many others I now remember are represented by these few stories.
Won't you please remember to pray... give... and serve to help our brothers and sisters in hard times?
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