I had scheduled to meet with one of my patients this morning and she didn't show up. I called her, and she replied that she had meant to call me earlier that morning. Her grandson had been shot last friday and she was on her way to his funeral. I sat in my office, not believing what i was hearing on the other end of the line.

After work, I went to a workout class. It's routine for everyone to pray together afterwards. As we gathered around in a circle, one lady spoke up and requested prayer. She told our group that her niece's father was killed that morning. As I prayed out loud, my words fell short and I found my voice breaking and tears falling from my eyes.

We mourn over deaths that should not have occurred.
I mourn over the frequency of deaths that occur and the injustice of life that is robbed.
When will we begin to realize that every person is created in the image of God? That every single individual has been created to be loved and to encounter a living God and His unfathomable love?

I mourn.