A Better Place

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       In 2 more days it will be 3 full weeks, 21 days, a mere 504 hours since that horrific day when evil walked into a church and took 9 lives that did not belong to him. As the days, minutes, hours and seconds have passed,I think about just how much that day changed my life. I remember with love my dear friend taken from her 4 daughters, and the family and friends that adored her. I think about the gaping hole that is left now only to be filled by He who fills best. I think about the causes that have been taken up, the fight to take the flag that for some represented a cause, while for others the representation was death, pain, destruction and loss. Like a holding pattern, I find myself circling back to the memory of those that were taken and the space that their emptiness now magnifies. I want the world to be a better place because these 9 precious lived and were taken. I want those that once focused on such silly things like pomp and circumstance, titles and position to be more concerned now with making the world that is now 9 lives smaller, a better place. I want the focus to be kindness, love, generosity, compassion, tenderness, meekness, long suffering, patience, and finally faith. But like the news trucks that have packed up and left to find the next big story, the next breathtaking byline, the sharpness of the reality that existed almost 3 weeks ago has faded into a new reality. Whereas there was fear, the novelty has worn off, and all that seemingly remains is exactly what existed before June 17 ended in gunfire, and the theft of life: no significant change. God HELP US.