Life at 1572: Thoughts and Prayers to Newtown, Connecticut

Thoughts and Prayers to Newtown, Connecticut

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. -Psalm 147:3


Yesterday, the unimaginable happened. There was a school shooting in Newtown, Connecticut.  The shooter killed 20 elementary students and 6 adults. I was out Christmas shopping yesterday when I heard the news, and my world stood still. I sat in my car in a parking lot reading the news and sobbing.  My heart is aching for these families.  20 precious babies with their entire lives ahead of them. Those children were nothing but pure innocence. I just want to scream WHY?! Why doe these tragedies happen? When will it stop?! I can't stop thinking and praying for the families, the staff, and their entire community. Many of them will be scarred for life from this event. 

I think about those 20 children. Getting through their last few weeks of school. All of them looking forward to their holiday break. Many of them excited for Christmas and Santa. I think about their families. Their stockings that will go unfilled, their presents waiting to be opened.  

I say a prayer that each of those families had a good morning with their child. I know all too often our school day mornings are rushed. Sometimes I'm yelling to hurry up get up get dressed. Unbeknownst to them I hope those parents last moments with their child were happy and good ones. I can't even begin to imagine the pain of losing your child.  

Something like this has never hit me so hard before. I know it is hitting home because I send my kindergartner off to school everyday, where you hope and pray they will be safe. I understand there is evil everywhere, but it makes me sick that we live in a country where we can't even send our children off to school without worry. We live in a time where every school has to practice lock down drills.  

I usually let Jack walk from the bus stop to our house after school, but yesterday I gathered Grayson and we met him at his stop.  I had to put my arms around him, and hold my baby close.  Zach did the same when he came home from work.  We are both so sickened and wrecked by this tragedy.  


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