i find myself in Nashville tonight, contemplating strength and prayer.

throughout the day, my thoughts always come back to, people are dying all over the world. people are ignoring that people are dying. i threw away more leftover scraps from our thanksgiving plates than half the world eats in a day. i’m currently reading machete season, by jean hatzfeld, interviews with a group of men who participated in the Rwandan genocide. i go to sleep afraid of what we are capable of, and praying for strength and guidance to help.

friends in Taiwan welcomed their first daughter over the weekend.

it’s really difficult for me to write right now. i don’t feel as though i have anything to say yet.