Because I have a public blog.
That is linked to Facebook.
And it's not always mine to tell.
But we still witness, right?
So this weekend was full of grace
and snitches of time with old ones, to look at newborn fuzzy heads and finish a thought as our kids hugged Tinkerbell's legs.
But also of questions I can't answer
and just sitting with
baking a cake, not going to bed
seeing the pictures and the injustice.
It's not enough, not nearly enough, but nothing would be enough,
And sometimes seeing and knowing is all I know to do.
That's how my weekend was.