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It’s hard to put into words where this world is headed. I don’t share political opinions or push my religious beliefs on others. Instead, I choose to stand firm in my faith while seeking understanding and finding ways to relate to what’s happening in today’s political climate.

As a "younger" person, based on what we’ve been taught and learned growing up, the way to make a difference is by speaking up, showing up, and advocating for your rights. So how do we not feel silenced when we see a young man gunned down simply for standing up for his faith and his rights?

Times like these make you question how much you want to share on social media. Will I be judged or even persecuted for my faith? But I remember what my mom told me when I was younger: if anyone ever asks about my faith, I should always stand up to say that I am a Christian.

No matter your political beliefs or religion, this act of hatred is completely unacceptable. A life was taken, a murderer acted with violence, children have lost their father, and countless others have lost a son, a husband, a friend, a colleague.

I feel grateful—and a little selfish—that I don’t have to raise children in today’s world. I can’t imagine having to navigate through everything that’s happening in our current climate.

I applaud the brave souls raising the next generation and can only hope that their future will be brighter and more enlightened than what we are witnessing today.

My thoughts and prayers are with the family and friends affected by the recent tragedy. I hope they can lean on their faith, trust in God, and find comfort knowing they will be reunited with their loved one someday in Heaven. 


✨ “In my Father’s house are many rooms… I go to prepare a place for you.” – John 14:2-3 ✨

In the midst of loss, this promise reminds us that Heaven is our eternal home, and one day we will be reunited with our loved ones again. 🕊️💙


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