I'm a crier.  A sad crier.  A happy crier.  A parade crier.  I cry a lot and tend to carry the weight of my emotions for better or worse.  So, it probably didn't come as any surprise to my sweet girls when I cried the whole way home from dance class today.

You see, my heart is heavy.  Heavy with the weight of a broken, hurting world.  Heavy with the weight of the loud voice in my head pleading for justice, and action, and relief.  And heavy with the guilt of feeling like there is absolutely nothing of worth I can do to add to the solution.

Combine that with the fact that my baby girl turns 2 tomorrow. 2.  My not-so-baby baby is turning 2 and I can't understand how those years could be so full of life and love and laughing and still pass in the blink of an eye.  Slow. Down. Time.

And then, there was Abby in the backseat.  She hears the song "Do Something" come on the radio and asks me to turn it up.  So she can sing loudly and car dance like nobody's watching.

"I woke up this morning

Saw a world full of trouble now

Thought, how’d we ever get so far down

How’s it ever gonna turn around

So I turned my eyes to Heaven

I thought, “God, why don’t You do something?”

Well, I just couldn’t bear the thought of

People living in poverty

Children sold into slavery

The thought disgusted me

So, I shook my fist at Heaven

Said, “God, why don’t You do something?”

He said, “I did, I created you”

I caught her eye in the mirror as she proclaimed that last line loudly.  And I lost it. She continued- singing, car dancing, confident in her words.  

"If not us, then who
If not me and you
Right now, it’s time for us to do something
If not now, then when
Will we see an end
To all this pain
It’s not enough to do nothing
It’s time for us to do something."

And I listened.  And I sang along.  And I cried.  Because she believed the words.  And I was all at once flooded with the emotion of this incredible responsibility.  The responsibility of raising world changers.  Our future- our hope for a better tomorrow, was singing sweetly in my back seat.  And just...wow.  

And maybe I'm biased.  Maybe I'm over-thinking.  Over-analyzing.  Letting my emotions get the best of me. Or maybe, just maybe I can find a way to be true to this calling.  The calling of nurturing, empowering, preparing, and equipping my sweet girls to be the hands and feet of Christ to a broken world.  To help them live into this incredible purpose that God has created them for.  World changers.  Both of them.