I look for news every day and don't know if I should be hopeful or in despair for these men. I can only slightly image how their families feel.
I have sat outside an operating room, counting the minutes; I have sat next to a dear one who was taking their last breaths. Each breath, I felt my heart hit something hard and scared as I waited and watched for another intake and exhale, holding my breath in a dance of time, and anxiousness.
With that said how must their loved ones feel faced each day with the knowing that those they love and who love mankind and peace may be tortured and horribly murdered for their kind and true hearts?
As I say, each day I wait for news. Each day I wonder what more I can to speak in tones of peace these men have sang.
Lor, please know you are also in my thoughts.