Day 992
“Because he holds fast to me in love,
I will deliver him;
I will protect him,
because he knows my name.
Psalm 91:14
Yesterday, a Russian ballistic missile hit an apartment building in Kryvyi Rih. A mother was feeding her precious 2-month-old girl. A father was making breakfast for her and their two sons, 10 and 2 years old. But the missile didn’t care. The people who made it didn’t care. Those launching it didn’t care. The dad survived because he was in the kitchen. His wife and three children are gone forever.
Is it a neverending groundhog day? We’ve seen this happen in Lviv a few months ago. How cruel!
I was going to write about how we upgraded our sleeping arrangements and now sleep on a futon instead of beanbags. I was going to share how we felt exasperated yesterday morning with a power outage and a long air raid, how I said it felt like yet another Armageddon, and my husband said, “Some call it Armageddon, I call it Monday” (most Mondays had missile or drone attacks).
There were some other things I wanted to share, but they all feel petty and insignificant next to someone’s tragedy. And these tragedies fill our days.
How long, o Lord?
Voice of Ukraine 