EMPATHY // I am the girl who cries. In movies. During church. At my desk. Breaking down on a friend’s couch as they share some sadness from their story. I grieve with people. It’s the only way I know to help bear their burden. Lately, though, I’ve been numb to the tragedies in my feed. I scroll through, looking for laughs but wincing past pleas for empathy and justice. The need is overflowing, but my eyes are dry. I have hated myself for it, but since then I’ve realized I’m more weary than indifferent. I don’t have the capacity to bear the world’s burdens, and that’s certainly not my job. But neither can I surrender to paralysis. Let my heart be torn once again, that I may be moved to fierce prayer and holy action.