... that's how I felt after church today.
Last night, a daughter of a lady at our church died. 23 years old. Overdose.
My heart breaks for the life that was ended so shortly.
My heart breaks for the mother that has to bury her daughter.
My heart breaks for the teens in our church and neighborhood who could follow in the footsteps, and that would probably normal.
And that's where the overwhelmedness comes from. Realizing the task that God has set before me. Satan has a pretty strong hold.
... trusting that God's grip is stronger.
