Pray for the Ukraine

I can’t sleep.

I can’t sleep because I know that as I write this, there is a Momma who is waking up praying that it was all a bad dream. That the explosions she heard outside of her home were all a part of a horrific nightmare.

As I write this, there is a Daddy worried about how he is going to protect his family over the next 24 hours. The next week. The next month. For the rest of their lives.

As I write this, there is a little girl with tears streaming down her cheeks because she has been forced from the only home she has ever known. Her sweet innocence lost within the rubble.

As I write this, there is a little boy who is now the “man of the house” because his Daddy is away fighting for a cause that is too big for him to understand.

As I write this there is an old man, mourning the fate of the country he spent his life defending.

As I write this there is an old woman, alone and frightened by the shaking of her home that she has worked so hard for.

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I have lived a charmed life. One with difficulties that some would consider a luxury to have.

I have no way of knowing the level of pain that the people of the Ukraine are feeling at this moment. And I selfishly pray that I never do.

But even with my charmed life, my heart aches for these people.

They are normal mommas and daddies, brothers and sisters, grandpas and grandmas.

They are just like me. They are just like you.

They had lives they loved. Jobs that they loved. People that they loved.
And by no fault of their own, it is being ripped away from them.

I foolishly feel like I should be able to make some really inspired Facebook post and pull on the heart strings of the powers who be, and maybe they’ll wake up. Maybe they’ll see what they’re doing, and stop this tragedy from escalating any further.

I feel like if I analyze it enough, or if I study it enough I will be able to make sense of it, and maybe somehow make a difference.

But the truth is, it won’t.

No matter how beautifully my words flow together. No matter how many heart strings I pull. No matter how much knowledge I gain. I am still completely helpless.

The only thing we can do is pray.

Pray for those mommas and daddies, brothers and sisters, grandmas and grandpas, who are just like us. Who just want to return to their lives, and put this nightmare behind them.

Pray for our world leaders to have the wisdom and courage needed to deescalate the situation.
Pray for the church to raise up a mighty army in the midst of war and chaos.

Pray for Russia. Pray that the Holy Spirit moves mightily on their land, and spoils their plans of destruction.

Through prayer, we are no longer helpless. Through prayer, we are no longer weak. Through prayer we are no longer afraid. Through prayer… WE ARE A FORCE!

So when I say the “only” thing we can do is pray, what I really mean is… THE ONLY THING. THE MOST POWERFUL THING. THE MOST EARTH RATTLING THING we can do is pray!

To my brothers, and sisters in the Ukraine,

WE ARE PRAYING!!! ❤️