Some days are hard.

Kids are lazy and life is frustrating.

People are disappointing.  Sometimes they just act a fool.

Life is not fair.  And it's exhausting.

You wonder who you can trust. 

The future is a bit fearful.  At moments, a lot fearful.

And then, someone plants bombs.

And people are hurt and killed, doing something as innocent as crossing a finish line after 26.2 grueling miles.  The bucket list for a good many of them.  And someone they love has come to cheer them on.  And then there's chaos and fear and tears.  And there's confusion and questions and nonstop coverage.

And the only reponse to those days is, Come Jesus, Come.

Cause the rest is too hard to face.