My heart is broken

I’ve been out of touch.

Between having Lil’ Ziggy, moving to Calgary and countless other “me” happenings, I have not paid enough attention to what is happening in the Middle East and Europe right now. I hear bits and pieces here and there, and my heart sinks. But I saw a photo yesterday, and my heart broke.

He laid as Lil’ Ziggy does when he sleeps. I’m haunted now. When I saw the photo last night, I wanted to hold my son and never let him go. Zig was peacefully sleeping, so I waited until this morning.

I’m consumed with guilt over not knowing enough about this conflict. I’m consumed with guilt over taking my own son for granted. I’m consumed with guilt over taking my husband for granted. I’m consumed with guilt because when Ziggy wakes again in the night, I get annoyed. I should be so very, very grateful every time he wakes. Aylan Kurdi’s father won’t have that chance.

I’m consumed with guilt because whatever small things I do to help this situation, it won’t be enough. More children and adults will die because of this, and I feel helpless.

Today is a rainy day. It is raining in my soul, too.

Please, if you can, make a donation to one of the many organizations who are working to save lives in the Middle East and Europe. There’s the UN Refugee Agency, UNICEF Canada, World Vision Canada, and so many more worthy organizations.

If you pray, please pray for every single man, woman and child affected by this crisis and other conflicts around the world. Pray for peace, and don’t let up.

And if you are a parent, give them a big hug and a kiss, and be thankful.

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