When a verdict like the Zimmerman case is decided: do you ever feel like you don't love enough?
When a charity you donate to sends an email about malaria, lack of clean water, human trafficking and you feel like your heart can't hold it?
[the writing of this post is now done standing up on the bus as I gave up my seat to someone else. And yes, I was offered a seat by a couple of gentlemen but refused them.]
When the news talks of a budget that creates unfathomable despair and hurting the poor and already marginalized, does your heart not quite break enough?
When there's a chance to "like" a positive ethical statement or a fundraising goal or potential law, does your heart ever whisper "that's not enough?" And you ignore it?
I do. I ignore, I am deaf to my heart's whispers, to its breaking. I feel like I don't love enough.
If I do, I'm afraid there'll be nothing of me left.
So I take the sops of doing a little bit, of choosing my battles, and wonder if God would agree that I am doing enough.
I don't have answers. Or at least, answers I am ready to hear.
How about you?
(I didn't have a post when I started writing this but two paragraphs of "I have nothing to write" and this came. So that surprised me.)