From Ira Kapitonova (Day 402):
Hear my prayer, O Lord;
let my cry come to you!
The children of your servants shall dwell secure;
their offspring shall be established before you.
Psalm 102:1, 28
This story was shared by one of the moms (Olya Shylenko), who moved to Europe with her children.
She found her son sitting in a large box and crying. The box had a label written with markers, “Box for the broken.” As it turned out, the only toy he took from Kyiv cracked, so the boy concluded, “It is broken now. Just like I am. We now belong in this box for the broken.” And every day, her sons have tears in their eyes when they talk about their home and their dad, who is now defending our country.
In the school her sons attend in Europe, they have a few kids from Ukraine. They stick together, and they are hungry to talk to those who understand them.
This war has broken us all. Some of us have been shattered by this war. So we long for the healing hands of the One who can wipe our tears, who knows our pain, and who wants to make us whole again.
Voice of Ukraine 
2 responses to “4/2/2023 – “Box for the broken””
Psalm 42: “Why are you cast down, o my soul? Why are you disquieted within me? Hope thou in God.” It is so hard to hope with such misery. Heavenly Father, lift up the people of Ukraine! Bring healing to the broken-hearted!
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Palm Sunday
by Christina Georgina Rossetti
I lift mine eyes, and see
Thee, tender Lord, in pain upon the tree,
Athirst for my sake and athirst for me.
“Yea, look upon Me there,
Compassed with thorns and bleeding everywhere,
For thy sake bearing all, and glad to bear.”
I lift my heart to pray:
Thou Who didst love me all that darkened day,
Wilt Thou not love me to the end alway?
“Yea, thee My wandering sheep,
Yea, thee My scarlet sinner slow to weep,
Come to Me, I will love thee and will keep.”
Yet am I racked with fear:
Behold the unending outer darkness drear,
Behold the gulf unbridgeable and near!
“Nay, fix thy heart, thine eyes,
Thy hope upon My boundless sacrifice:
Will I lose lightly one so dear-bought prize?”
Ah, Lord; it is not Thou,
Thou that wilt fail; yet woe is me, for how
Shall I endure who half am failing now?
“Nay, weld thy resolute will
To Mine: glance not aside for good or ill:
I love thee; trust Me still and love Me still.”
Yet Thou Thyself hast said,
When Thou shalt sift the living from the dead
Some must depart shamed and uncomforted.
“Judge not before that day:
Trust Me with all thy heart, even tho’ I slay:
Trust Me in love, trust on, love on, and pray.”
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