Diary No. 4

This week my heart is heavy. I fell sleep one night and woke up the next morning reading of war. Everyday I have cried for the people of Ukraine and Russia. Everyday I pray for it to end.

i am not there. I am in my safe country, in my safe home, exercising all of my freedoms. My heart aches for what is happening a world away.

I have lived through war...but I did not pay attention. This is the first time I am old enough to pay attention and it is crushing me. I don’t understand how an evil man can senselessly order the murder of innocent people for nothing more than a piece of land. People are fleeing their homes, they are hearing bombs drop, and for no good reason.

I can hardly watch the videos of bombs dropping and stories of people

leaving their homes to fight for their country. I can hardly believe the destruction that has occurred and the fact that tanks are rolling through streets firing bullets.

I worry and fear that this could turn into something bigger that affects my family on a wider level.

All I can do is pray, and give thanks for what I have. All I can do is hug my children tight and thank God I do not have to fear for their safety today.

I have nothing else to say today, except to urge you to pray for an end to this mess.