The kids were in bed. Tucked in clean pj’s, warm sheets, full bellies. The dishwasher quietly ran in the kitchen, basketball echoed on tv. All while we watched a series of videos from Compassion about the importance of sponsorship.
Then we were blindsided, by this video
I went in, picked my daughter up out of her bed, and held her. I rocked her, prayed for her. “Jesus, sweet Jesus.”
I silently wept.