I will not let my eyes grow accustomed to the darkness

Dear family and friends,

There was a terrorist attack in Jerusalem this morning right around the time the sun was bright enough to turn the sky blue.

And here’s what happened: Four men were shot and hacked to death in the middle of the Amidah prayer while praying for “God to grant peace everywhere.”

26 children have had their fathers stolen from them.

A brave officer, first on the scene, is fighting for his life.

Oh God, I cannot move my lips around the words “blessed is the true judge” while bile rises in my throat.

Yes, I am safe right now. I’m miles and miles away with the kids on the kibbutz.

We’re about to eat ice cream — strawberry — because, what else can we do right now?

So yes, I am safe.

And no, I am not OK.

But I will not let my eyes grow accustomed to this darkness.

I will eat ice cream with my kids.

We will blow bubbles as the sun sets.

(I will hug and kiss them to the point where it annoys them.)

I will seek light.

About the Author
Sarah Tuttle-Singer, Times of Israel's New Media editor, lives in Israel with her two kids in a village next to rolling fields. Sarah likes taking pictures, climbing roofs, and talking to strangers. She is the author of the book Jerusalem Drawn and Quartered. Sarah is a work in progress.
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