Reacting to Charlie Kirk’s Death: Fear, Grief, and the God Who Holds Us

A lot happened yesterday. And in its wake, I’m left with… something.

To be honest, I don’t even know what I feel. My emotions are tangled like a pile of barfed-up yarn on the floor.

After today, the mundanity of life feels wrong, off. Hollow?

I feel small? overwhelmed? insignificant?

But no — that isn’t the truth. Feelings don’t always equal truth.

So, what can I do? What if I’m scared of the answer? 

What if I’m not?

This shift brings tears. But are they grief? fear? sadness? selfishness?

Why am I crying? 

Why am I afraid?

For You are my Lord God.“In God I trust and am not afraid. What can man do to me?” — Psalm 56:11

*deep breath*

I trust You.

I hand You these indescribable feelings.

Help us process them.

Help us navigate them.

In Jesus’ holy name,

Amen

© Maia Vashti