Some of the worst days you can't prepare for.
Sometimes, they level you.
You go home and shake your head,
and periodically tears well up in your eyes.
You wish you could forget what you've heard,
while feeling equally compelled to stick around to see it through.
I wrote the above over a year ago and left it as a draft -- I couldn't see it through. The depth of darkness I was witnessing felt crushing and truer than the Light I know.
Today I was reminded today to look long into the eyes of suffering, and not look away. Be uncomfortable and stay there.
It is difficult to feel things deeply, but the pain that comes from seeing brokenness is an honest response to what is not right.