Walking in the Valley of Shadows

The birds are singing. The promise of new life springing up around me. Then I read the newspaper. Grieved by the horrific story of a mother abusing and killing her child, cruelty of the worst kind. I cry out to God. The joy seems sucked out of the world. I feel naive, unaware of the incredible evil in my home town. With a sense of helplessness, hopelessness settles in my heart.  What should a person do? What should I do? I allow myself to grieve. Someone should grieve for the little toddler who was killed by someone who should have… Read More