Every year, some country, somewhere, invades another.Â Every year, somewhere, a government acts against its citizens.Â Every year, someone dies – or many people die – because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
This year, after nearly two decades of increasing animosity, it seems that whatever was holding a fragile peace together frayed…Â and broke apart.
This time, I have dear friends who are in the middle.
This time, more than my usual concern for the immediate region, I fear for the world as a whole…
Can our world handle the stress of border skirmishes between Russia and Georgia?Â Will it stay contained?Â Who will be drawn in, how much…Â for how long?
What am I to do, with two young teens, just beginning to grow into their own?Â How can I shield them — should I?Â I know that many people face more uncertainty, and that right now there is nothing I need to do…Â except wait, pray, hope.
For my friends, for their countries, for our world.