Of justice, hope and mercy

Growing up, I was entralled by the stories of men and women who made a difference to the dark places in the world.
Loved reading TIME/Newsweek, newspapers.
Wanted to be a journalist even! haha. To bring to life the stories of the voiceless, the cries of the broken hearted.
Kind of got side tracked with life over the past few years-settling to be comfortable rather than radical.

Yet watching the biography of Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, re reading the passages in Isaiah about justice/mercy... am so humbled by his grace of the good life I am living now.
But what about the child prostitutes, the abandon orphans, the cast out.
How and what am I doing here? What am I called to? I don't know...
 

Never groggy!

Woke up groggy pre night shifts-
and the passage of the day was Psalm 121

3 He will not let you stumble;

the one who watches over you will not slumber.

4 Indeed, he who watches over Israel

never slumbers or sleeps

And despite myself

I still find the tears rolling down my cheeks-I thought I was stronger, more prepared, wiser.
....I dislike vulnerability, helplessness
....yet, I resolve to have an easily bruised but soft heart. To be gracious.

....I just wish one day I will be given the opportunity of full freedom to not hold back.