I know I normally write about much lighter topics, but I wanted to share my feelings with you tonight. I have a heavy heart thinking about all of those families at Sandy Hook elementary and in the community.It was such a senseless,tragic thing that happened and completely incomprehensible. I had felt incredibly sad about the entire situation until I read the list of published names and ages in the paper and then I cried and gave my own babies extra kisses. I cried for those children, for the families and for everything that was lost that day.
I prayed and read the Bible last night thinking of everyone involved and how broken open they must feel, how empty and lost.
I remember feeling like that the night my father died over 14 years ago, and then the night my sister in law passed away in 2002. It's a hard, painful and numbing thing to go through.
The thing is,life will never be the same again, but there will be healing. It will just take time. I am praying for them and will continue with my whole heart. I know The Lord will be there to walk with them in every step of their darkness. I know he is with all of the victims now.
Emmanuel is with all of us. In those heavy and wounded moments He is there.
I had been reading bits and pieces, until I had come across Lucy's post today from Craftberry Bush. She had mentioned verse 147:3-6 in Psalms. I was glad she lead me to it, It was what I needed to hear. And then I found a verse I had marked in Psalm 62 v8 during bible study.
-Trust in him at all times, O People;pour out your heart before him;God is a refuge for us-
I hope for all of you, as we all struggle to make sense of the crazy things that are happening,and there is A LOT of crazy stuff happening, you can find His Grace in your life and it can give you hope and not fear. He has counted every hair on our heads and knows each one of us by name. He sent His only son to save us through Grace. And even as my heart aches, I know Jesus is here and his heart aches too. My Grandma used to give me bookmarks with the Footprints poem on it that had a beach scene with seagulls flying around. I admit, as a teenager, I used to roll my eyes and wonder why she'd give me something so stupid.What was I going to do with that? If I only knew how much I needed them.....