When the news carries reports of death across many fronts—conflict, accident, disease, displacement—it is difficult to know where to anchor hope. The writer of Lamentations knew this disorientation; he wrote from within ruin, yet found that each dawn offered not deliverance from sorrow, but the presence of mercy itself. To acknowledge vulnerability is not denial of tragedy, but recognition that we survive each day not by our own strength but by a faithfulness that precedes and outlasts our crises. On a day when so many have been taken and so many remain at risk, the invitation is to notice what remains: the chance to respond with the same mercies we ourselves depend upon.