Last night I thought I would be sitting down this afternoon to give you a re-cap of our week. We’ve had some Christmas parties with friends, and I have lots of great pictures to share.
But this morning, my plans changed. So did the plans of dozens of families. The ripple effect of the Connecticut school shooting goes farther than we can imagine. Coming on the heels of the mall shooting in Wisconsin, this tragedy has left our nation shaken.
I have cried several times since I heard the news, and I have felt physically ill much of the day. I can’t fully process the situation, and I can’t imagine how the families of the victims feel. How the law enforcement and other emergency personnel who were first on the scene are dealing with everything they saw and did today. How the surviving administrators, teachers, and students are coping.
I have gone to my knees more than once this afternoon, begging God for mercy and grace, to somehow make this situation “good” in a way that only He can understand (Romans 8:28)—because I will never understand how this can be good as long as I’m trapped in the limited understanding of my humanity.
Because of all of this, I don’t have the heart to go into a detailed account of the fun we’ve had and the homeschool lessons we did this week.
Tonight, I am privileged to hold my children in my arms, kiss their sweet smiling faces, remind them (again) to clean their rooms and brush their teeth, and tuck them in to have sweet dreams. Other parents don’t have that. I refuse to take it for granted.
Please join me in praying for everyone involved in and affected by this tragedy. Pray about how the Church, the Body of Christ, can be His hands and feet to this community. Don’t just say you’ll pray—pray! The world needs us on our knees, wearing holes in our carpets and hardwood floors.