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 saw Charlie look transgender young adults in the eye and encourage them to “not wage war on their bodies.” He listened as other people cursed him to his face. He often proclaimed Jesus as the Wa...