Yesterday, after hearing about the shooting at the Newtown, Connecticut elementary school, after sobbing watching the news, I turned off my computer and decided I needed time away from it all,
time with my children.
I was sickened seeing the interviews with children who had witnessed the shooting and even more sickened that within minutes of hearing about it, government officials and others were turning it into a political issue.
This wasn’t politics.*
This was horror like no child should ever, ever have to know.
Those little children were in school, likely excited about Christmas coming,
some of them for the first time really understanding what it means;
they were celebrating Hanukkah,
excited for Santa,
learning about Jesus,
doing the things little ones do;
their hearts filled with excitement
and the devil walked in and took that away.
And in that moment, their innocence was stolen,
their families’ dreams crushed,
and it wasn’t political.
It was murder.
were just building personalities,
filling their homes with laughter and sunshine,
the apples of their parents’ eyes,
the light of their lives,
and they were stolen,
and will leave behind a hole that will never, ever be filled.
My heart aches.
I stood here in my kitchen today,
baking Christmas cookies and listening to Christmas carols,
and as Josh Groban began singing Believe I started to sob.
Believe in what your heart is saying
Hear the melody that’s playing
There’s no time to waste
There’s so much to celebrate
Believe in what you feel inside
And give your dreams the wings to fly
You have everything you need
If you just believe
Emma and Will,
are the same age as some of those babies that were stolen from their parent’s yesterday
and they are both so full of life, and love, and possibility
and the thought of that being taken from me…
makes my own heart stop,
and my breath catch.
They were babies.
Ripped from the world before they were ready to go,
without a chance to say “goodbye”,
and we will feel this sting,
this awful horrible empty sting,
for a lifetime.
I will love You, O Lord, my strength. The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer; My God, my strength, in whom I will trust; My shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. ~ Psalm 18:1-2
*I will NOT debate politics on this and will delete any and all comments left that are political.
There is a time and place and that time is not now. Allow these families to grieve in peace.