We don't live in a dangerous area.
It's what anyone would call a "nice suburb."
The young woman who lives in the apartment downstairs from my daughter was assaulted two weeks ago. By an ex who's now in prison. And less than half a mile from her place, there was a murder-suicide yesterday. A family...twin boys who hadn't celebrated their first birthday. Both parents gone...rumors are they were going through a nasty divorce.
All I could think yesterday...this morning...was how much I want this world we live in to be a gentler place. For people to be clothed in kindness and to learn and exercise self-restraint.
Today, I'm praying for gentleness. First, that it characterize me. And then for the whole wide world.
"Let the gentle bush dig its root deep
and spread upwards to split the boulder."