My stomach is ill and my heart broken.. and I am enjoying my little everythings more today, than yesterday, more now than before.  Mike and I could not watch as much of the news unfolded yesterday, for fear of our precious children hearing thus prematurely robbing them of their blissful innocence.

One journalist make a good point. He said, “while we may ultimately get an explanation for this horrible act, we will never gain understanding.”  Beyond comprehension- it’s just that- so malicious it is beyond what we, as humans, can understand.

Britton had heard, at school from a classmate that is an “A+ eavesdropper”, that a ‘teacher was shot’. When she walked into the living room last night and saw CNN’s bold headline at the bottom of the television screen, she looked at Mike and I with bewildered eyes and scolded, “you didn’t tell me that kindergartners were killed!”

Oh my sweet, sweet girl. We answered her questions as best we could,  and she seemed okay with our edited honesty and confident that her elementary school was, and still is, safe.

Kens, my 6 year old, would be afraid to go back to school if she caught wind of what is happening in the world around her. This one is fearful of everything as it is.

Lord, please be with these families during this horrific and devastating time.  The most poignant shot was a small chalkboard standing on a Newton, CT sidewalk that read, “Our hearts are broken, but our spirits are strong”.

“And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.”
1 Corinthians 13:13