Although my body is healing, my heart is aching still. The requests for help from Ukraine keep pouring in, and the response on our end is drying up. Three families arrive in the next month, and one is already here, with nowhere to go. Three more have reached out. I have no answers. Just ache.
I go to the river for contemplation, but even she replies with an eerie reflection that chills me further. Sometimes in life there are no answers. I need to recognize what is outside my control and resign as manager of the world.
Let go and let God.