Lexi Lach

Last week feels like the longest week of my life. I still feel like I’m in some dystopian reality. Last week didn’t actually happen did it? I woke up this morning not even knowing what day it was but hoping last week wasn’t real. It was a hard, hard week and I cried many tears. Two very influential people in my life gone from this planet. It still doesn’t feel real. And oddly enough even though they didn’t know each other both of them wanted the exact same thing, for everyone to know and love Jesus. And not in the way that everyone shares the gospel, in the way that it was their mission in this life to bring people to the Lord. My spirit is still grieving and heavy, and I really don’t want to talk or post anything other than amplifying Charlie’s message and Jesus. Everything else feels vain and it doesn’t matter. I find it so interesting that the aftermath of Charlie isn’t flocks of people becoming conservative it’s flocks of people running to Jesus. And that is what it’s all about. It’s all that matters. Last night these angel baby boys brought me a such sense of peace, so innocent and pure and full of love and light. Thanking Jesus I was able to hold them as I cried, trying to make sense of the last week.

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