I almost changed my mind, saying I'd wait until this week to post it and write some silly fragments about the highs and lows of my week instead. But that feeling knocked again and told me to go ahead and post the poem. So I listened.
Then I went on about my day until about 1:30 when I sat down to breathe for a moment before time to pick up Dracen at school and I saw the news as soon as I opened my laptop. Then I turned the television on where every major network was reporting on it.
And I cried.
It's unfathomable, yet impossible not to try...to seek some sort of sense and understanding out of such horrification. But there really is none, is there?
Those parents thought their children were safe in their classrooms, just like me and all the other parents across the country. Things like this are not supposed to happen. Yet still...they do, reminding us just how cruel and unjust this world can be.
I've tried to find words but even in prayer, I have fallen short. So instead I cry some more and I ask Jesus to hold those parents and the loved ones of the adult victims closer and to somehow comfort them in a way that only He can.
Blessed are those who mourn for they will be comforted. (Matthew 5:4)