Salty Water from my Stunned Stare.

¹"Why are not times of judgment kept by the Almighty,
and why do those who know him never see his days?
²Some move landmarks;
they seize flocks and pasture them.
³They drive away the donkey of the fatherless;
they take the widow’s ox for a pledge.
⁴They thrust the poor off the road;
the poor of the earth all hide themselves.
⁵Behold, like wild donkeys in the desert
the poor go out to their toil, seeking game;
the wasteland yields food for their children.
⁶They gather their fodder in the field,
and they glean the vineyard of the wicked man.
⁷They lie all night naked, without clothing,
and have no covering in the cold.
⁸They are wet with the rain of the mountains
and cling to the rock for lack of shelter.
⁹(There are those who snatch the fatherless child from the breast,
and they take a pledge against the poor.)
¹⁰They go about naked, without clothing;
hungry, they carry the sheaves;
¹¹among the olive rows of the wicked they make oil;
they tread the winepresses, but suffer thirst.
¹²From out of the city the dying groan,
and the soul of the wounded cries for help;
yet God charges no one with wrong."
Job 24:1-12

My heart is limp. It fell flat like soda two days gone bad. I'm numb in sorrow. Because I don't know what now.

Two days ago, fifteen children went missing from various hospitals in Port-au-Prince, Haiti. Sex trafficking is expected. The headline twisted my stomach into a knot and pressed salty water from my stunned stare fixated on the page.

Really, Lord? First an earthquake, where children are trapped in rubble and searching meaninglessly for their parents. Now, this. This atrocity of hellish sorts. This evil of the most nauseating kind. My heart reels. As does Yours. They reel together, Your heart and mine. For once, I think I'm glimpsing what is means to have Your image in me. This should make me vomit. This should make me cry. Because it does You.