“You cannot go into a war zone and not come away unchanged.
You don’t have to see the sorrow with your eyes because you can feel it with your heart.
The thing about grief is that it veils one’s face.
It’s like a haze has descended.
The tears of the mothers stay permanently on the edges of their eyes, as if they can barely contain their sadness.
They grasp their children’s hands or touch their hair as if they can’t bear to lose the physical connection.
A young mother I met in Uzhhorod, Ukraine, told me that when she and her family ventured out in search of food, Russian soldiers would shoot into the lines of people waiting for a piece of bread.
They wear brave faces, but their emotion is portrayed in the slope of their shoulders, the nervousness in their bodies.”
If you are inclined to pray, pray for the families in Ukraine.
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