the world post-friday looks awfully grim. doing a blog post, putting makeup on, even celebrating christmas... well, it all seems futile. i'm trying to find hope, peace, and prayer. lord, i'm trying. but knowing that moms and dads are thinking about funerals instead of christmas mornings, knowing that these sweet little kids had their hair brushed and their moms help them put their shoes on for school that morning... just before violence visited them... if i think too hard about it, i can hardly breathe. but my pain? god, my pain is nothing compared to theirs. i don't know how, as a parent, you look ahead to the next many years of life, having lost a child. your child. it's too much to bear. i write this through tears that have been falling since friday. what must they be going through? and for what? the most senseless of acts. sometimes this world is just too much to take. moms and dads of newtown, you are constantly on my mind, in my heart, and in the prayers of "lord, help us" that are rising up.
i know i'm not the only one who is feeling this tragedy. i read this quote the other day and perhaps you'd like to read it too:
you must not lose faith in humanity. humanity is like an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty. -gandhi