This week, my mind was preoccupied with the news of the world, including the story of the 50,000 children who are trying to get into our country and all of the politics involved in that. No matter how one views immigration policy in the U.S., the question remains: Who is going to care for them? How can 50,000 children be at the mercy of us?
When I had Liesl eight years ago, I didn’t think that I was bringing my firstborn into a world that was better to be avoided. I don’t think I felt this with the birth of my second born just five years ago, though certainly I knew the world had its troubles. But I feel that now, and I feel the acceleration of change, and it disturbs me. In fact, the world and its ills is not a subject I can meditate on too long before a bit of anxiety begins to creep in. Better to meditate on Jesus.
I saw a friend yesterday, and during conversation she related how she told her nine-year-old that throughout life, we have to partner with people we don’t always agree with. She said she used to think she could do things on her own and avoid these difficult partnerships, but no longer. This, for many reasons, was a seminal reminder for me to hear.
The Thinks’ photographic challenge this week had a word prompt for lately. I took a silly picture of a prank the girls had set up (they’ve lately been trying to play tricks on Charles and me), but the truer lately is that lately I want to return to a simpler time in history. (Please don’t burst my bubble and tell me such a time never existed).
In any case, last weekend we departed from normal routine and went to the late church service and got beignets beforehand. This weekend, the schedule is packed, but I’ll look forward to as many quiet moments as it brings.