For Avery, Austyn, & Luka

Lately, I find myself wondering what we tell our children about this moment in history.

How do we explain the fear, the anger, the confusion—without handing them despair?

How do we tell the truth without robbing them of hope?

My faith tells me that God is not absent, even when justice feels delayed and truth feels fragile.

Scripture reminds us that there have always been seasons when people asked, “How long, O Lord?”—and God did not rebuke the question.

I don’t have tidy answers yet. I mostly have prayers.

Prayers that our children will learn courage without cruelty.

That they will know how to lament without losing love.

That they will grow up anchored not in power, but in goodness.

For now, I am teaching them this:

God is near to the brokenhearted.

Light still shines, even when the night feels long.

And asking faithful questions is sometimes the most faithful thing we can do.

#ReflectionsOfAPrayingMother

#ForAustynAveryandLuka (My niece and grandchildren)