not like this

My best friends’ dad died today. He left a wife and four children, two of them in middle school.

As I was trying to get ready for the day, weeping, I heard God speak. “This is why you are going back (to America),” he said, “to be there for them. Improve your¬†empathy, because they will need it.”

I like finding out what my next step is, but not like this. Not like this.