MY HEART IS WITH ISRAEL

Heaviness. Heartache. Worry. Fear. Questions. Unbelief.

Those–and adjectives I cannot come up with to describe my emotions–are, and have been swirling in my mind since Israel was attacked by an evil group of Hamas terrorists. Innocent men, women, children, babies–gone–by a swipe of a blade or gunshot….it doesn’t matter the method. The outpouring of innocent blood floods homes, streets, businesses, and the very land these people covered with everyday footsteps going about their work and play until the fateful first blows from the terrorists.

When images and news of the brutal attacks began making their appearance on social media and other outlets, my own heart jumped and immediately I knew our world was turning upside down as we all witnessed the evil causing bloodshed, death, and displacement of numerous families. And although being thousands of miles away from the beautiful country of Israel distances me from the chaos, my heart and mind are connected in a supernatural way created by God Himself along with biblical history of the Jewish people…and my own memories of our trip to Israel in 2020.

Though a variety of opinions exist regarding Israeli and Palestinian people, it doesn’t change the depth of anguish I feel for the events unfolding before my eyes every day. Putting politics aside, in simplistic terms the casualties on both sides are people–men, women, children, babies, elderly. For those who met death, their last day began as usual…they were enjoying the Sabbath hours which is highly revered and sacred for faithful Jewish believers.

I cannot imagine. I don’t want to see the carnage. I don’t want to hear screams. I don’t want to hear bombs hitting targets. I don’t want to believe a group overshadowed with evil’s darkest motives exists and carries out horrific acts of violence against another human being.

I want to see Light. I want to witness God’s power sweeping through Israel and wiping the terrorists from the map. I want justice granted for every lost life. I want peace to be ushered in and lay like a blanket over the entire area of carnage, bringing comfort to heartbroken and devastated families.

I want to see Light. The Light of Jesus. I want to see Jesus transform hearts, minds, and souls. I want to see Israel restored and rejuvenated.

What I want may not be fathomable. But God. In the midst of all that breaks my heart, He is weeping with Israel even while He is beside me as I pray for her…and against my own understanding…and being reminded from a good friend’s social media post…I also pray for the enemy.

They need His Light, too.