Oh my heart hurts!
It is my normal way, in tragedy, to find some humor in something that makes a distraction, even if only for moment, from the agony in the pain, because something has just happened that I never wanted to happen. I have always been like that, and I have had many opportunities in my life to demonstrate this ability.
Today, though, there is no humor. There is no laughter. There is only tears and anguish. My heart is too heavy for sleep. My heart is too torn for the Moms who are not sleeping tonight from the loss of their beautiful babies. My mind is stayed on the beautiful faces, I have never seen, of the innocent children the world lost in Newtown, Connecticut this morning.
I remember when my boys were in kindergarten and the things they were doing this time of year. Cutting paper stockings to hang in the hallway, making gingerbread houses with graham crackers, anxiously awaiting next week's Christmas party and getting all excited about Christmas morning that is soon approaching. I imagine those beautiful ones in Newtown were doing pretty much the same thing this morning.
I remember, also, that cold, cold day I stood on a mountainside in Marion, VA with my older sister as she buried her daughter. I am reminded today of the fact I came so close to on that day. There is no way to ever fully recover from losing a child, and I thank God that I cannot relate to this pain. Ever changed, life will go on in Newtown, and this is the greatest tragedy of all for those left to live through it.
I gain a great amount of peace knowing that these beautiful babies are all in heaven with our Lord, never to be hurt, scared or harmed again in anyway ever! However, this peace comes from a distance. I know in my heart, there are NO words available, even to the most devout in faith, to ease the pain of the families involved.
My heart weeps for the loss of tomorrows for these families!
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