I know. The weight of it sits heavy—not just for yourself, but for the ones being crushed by it. The innocent. The forgotten. The ones caught in the crossfire of a world that seems to be losing its mind. Worry isn't a lack of faith. Sometimes worry is just love with its eyes open, seeing what's happening and not knowing what to do about it. But here's what I keep coming back to: He sees them too. Before we worried, He saw. Before we wept, He was already weeping. He's not distant from the harm. He's not indifferent to the suffering. The same God who told us to weep with those who weep is the God who weeps with us now. Waiting isn't passive. It's watching. It's praying. It's staying awake when the world wants us to fall asleep to what's happening. It's being ready to respond when He says move. So wait. But don't let the waiting become despair. The same darkness that makes us tremble is the darkness He's already overcome. Keep your eyes on Him. Keep your heart open to those being harmed. And keep trusting that even when it looks like evil is winning—it's not. It never does. He's coming. And He's not late. 🙏