I felt.

As the talk of 5 lives being wilfully taken from the army over the course of a year turned into a way God needs to work in our lives, my attention was grabbed from one conversation and wipflashed into another, as a little girl of 7years old asked her father what suicide was. The conversation I was previously listening to took on a whole different meaning when I realized that innocence was being shattered before my eyes. I felt for the father who would later have to explain to his little one about the ugliness of the world. I felt for the little girl who was now going to have a little less imagination of the beautiful world, and discover the ugly things easier than hours before. I felt for Jesus and how He died on the cross for the ugliness of this world to attempt to make it beautiful. I felt for those soliders who took their own lives and commited themselves to the ugly while symbolizing the strength of our country.

The feelings stayed strong throughout the day, as children passed and I watched them play.I wonder the feeling God feels when He watches them lay. Can he still feel the nails of the other's who stay? We mock, we boast, we take, we lie. I pray the innocence never has to say goodbye. It does, however disappear in a flash. Like a soilder within his ranking dying before the flag.

I like to feel, I just desire better feelings.