But lately these conversations have felt bigger than our little house. I feel anxious too. I feel sad and hopeless. I make my daily calls to representatives, attempt to have dialogue with those that don't think like me, use my money to support humanitarian and social justice organizations and try to keep myself informed. But yet I feel as if my small voice is being blown away in the wind and that there is nothing I can do to combat the juggernaut of hatred which is our current government.
When I tuck my son in and kiss him good night I think about three things. One, I am unspeakably blessed and therefore have an obligation to work to be a blessing to others. Two, I remember those Jewish mothers who continued to love and protect their children until their last moment when hatred ripped their lives in two. Three, I am saddened that history is repeating itself and envision (and pray for) those Syrian mothers that want nothing more than a safe place to raise their children.
I'm not always sure how to move forward or how to make my voice be heard. But I can't tunnel under and do nothing. Mothers have a sacred bond and an obligation to work to protect all children - no matter the circumstances of their birth. Feel hopeless too? Try heading here. Glennon is a light in the darkness and a voice in the wilderness.
Pray, support each other and try not to give up on Hope.