I feel like I have done more crying over what’s happening in the world in the past couple of weeks than I have in some time. We don’t have television; we don’t watch the news. I miss a lot and in many ways, it’s intentional. But this past week I found myself reading more than usual: articles shared by friends, news headlines online. The stories coming out of the Gosnell trial are devastating, and now Boston. Our children don’t know, so my prayers are whispered. I don’t have the right words, just my prayers and a desire to shine the light that I carry even on these dark days.