December 17, 2012

I Didn't Know Them, But I'll Never Forget Them.

For once, I am without many words. 
 
My heart is broken for the poor babies, the heroic teachers, 
the families, and the community of Sandy Hook, CT.
 
My heart is also broken for our world.

Living an hour and a half away from this tragedy...it's all just sitting too close to home.

My mind keeps thinking - What if this happened at my brothers school?
And what is stopping something like this from happening here?

Quite frankly...nothing is stopping it from happening.

While watching the news, I listened to a pastor tell us "to not live in fear."

How can we not?

The world is a scary place right now.

We are not safe at the movie theatre, the mall, school...or even church.

I'm not sure if we'll ever wrap our minds around "why" this happened. Why these sweet babies were taken too soon, why their little fingers won't be opening Christmas presents this year -- or why these mothers, wives, sisters, cousins, nieces and granddaughters won't be 'ringing in the New Year with their families. 
 
Now that the children and their teachers have a name and a face, not just a number ... it's become all too raw and all too real... my heart is grieving, but I strangely find a sense of peace in knowing that the innocent children are playing together at God's feet, and that their loving teachers are continuing to care for them in the safest classroom of all.
 
One thing that I have noticed in regards to this tragedy,
is that the Sandy Hook community is strong in faith. 
 
Last night while watching the two hour interfaith vigil, I realized that as a community, as a country, as a world...we're coming together to pray. 
 
Words are failing us and feelings are overwhelming us, and we're turning to prayer...
because it's the only thing that we know how to do right now...but it's also the very same thing that many of us have forgotten how to do.

Perhaps in addition to focusing on gun control and mental stability issues, 
we need to focus on restoring religion, or at least faith, back into our lives.
 
I don't really know...but I think it's a start....my start anyway.


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6 comments

  1. I agree. thank you for writing this! xx

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  2. Love the title of this post. I feel the EXACT same way.

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  3. It hurts my heart. I've been having a really hard time with it. I saw a painting of Christ with the children, and it said something like, you must have been so afraid. Never again. You're with me now, and forever. Come, I have so much to show you.
    That warmed my heart. That made me feel better, in some sense.
    For people who don't have that faith, I don't know how they could survive! Knowing Christ is taking care of them is all that can make one feel somewhat at peace with such a terrible tragedy.

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  4. Restoring faith is the biggest part. You're exactly right. Thank you for this, Kym.

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  5. Hi! I am so glad that I found your blog! I am your newest follower and was kinda maybe sorta hopin' that you would hop on by and follow back!

    xoxo-
    Sarah
    www.enjoyingtheepiphany.com

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  6. Faith is definitely key and possibly the answer.
    I am a teacher. And a mother. My heart is very sore.
    x

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