As I write this, the battle continues in the Middle East. I cannot begin to understand the why’s of war and unrest. And any time there is loss, sorrow, and fear, grief is inevitable. I can only imagine the ongoing state of terror. Day by day. I cannot begin to imagine the terror and sorrow they have and continue to endure. War and unrest must be one of the most despicable sources of sorrow. I sit in my safe, warm home, with plenty of food to eat, clean water, and know where my closest kin and friends are today. They aren’t on some battlefront or in a tank, trying to defend their country and end terrorism. 

At least not yet…

I pray to GOD that we all do just that—PRAY…BEG…BESEECH GOD…

…for peace; realize that we are all human beings with souls that will spend eternity in one of two places. How sad the mother of those young boys and girls are today, as their child gears up and leaves their home, possibly for the last time. How mournful is the wife of the man who will be commanding and overseeing operations and advancements. 

But it’s all in the name of PEACE, right? All I can do is pray for peace. Oh, how we pray no more sacrifice of life must be offered, there OR here.

Let it end, dear GOD, let it end!