God, please hear my call.

I watch nonsense tv to drown out the sounds of bad news. So tonight, let the marathon begin.

In the past 24 hours, I have stomached hearing of at least five heart wrenching stories of stuff that loved ones and strangers are going through (that includes yesterday's tragedy at the Boston marathon).

I feel a huge bloating sensation in the the pit of my stomach. As if, with each story, I have inhaled a breath that won't exhale away.

I have prayed. And prayed. And prayed all day.

I'm trying not to feel overwhelming sadness.

I'm trying to feel like this is still all worth it.

I'm trying not to feel like I need to just run home and stay up under my family and loved ones because of the looming threat of another phone call hitting closer to home.

I'm trying to keep it together.

All I know to do is ask God to guide and comfort me. To sure up my faith and confidence in all being in divine order. To hold me tight so I can pray for all of the others who need to be held. Who need to be comforted and soothed and reminded that You have us all. Even when it feels dark. Even when it gets trying. Even when the tears are flowing.

I will pray. And pray hard. Anyway.

Lord, I lift my voice to pray for peace in the midst of the storm.