I placed my hand to the ground at the park near my parent’s house. September 10th, 2025 started like any other day—school with kids, lunch, and then a little playtime in the beautiful late summer weather. I remember the leaves were just starting to change. As the kids were running around and going up and down the slides, I placed my hand on the playground surface and prayed for the land I was on. “Lord, heal this land in Jesus Name.” Being seven months pregnant, I stayed down toward the ground in that position and looked at my phone. Charlie Kirk had just been shot. I saw a video of it from afar, thankfully, and not up close. I remembered him from years ago. And then just that last year I started seeing him around more and more. I immediately felt like this was something big, as I had seen so much in the past nine months of his rising voice. I saw Charlie look transgender young adults in the eye and encourage them to “not...