candlelight hope

I didn’t really know what to write today. It’s hard to believe this weekend happened, just days before Christmas.

Like many of you, I’m still shaken up about the recent tragedy in Newtown, Connecticut, which happened last weekend. I remember hearing the news and tearing up immediately. I did not know these children, of course. But I know lots of kids, and I was a teacher for a few years in a small school. And to hear about innocent children — some only six years old — brutally killed; to learn about the teachers who stood in harm’s way and gave their lives; and the parents… the parents of the victims, looking as if their hearts had been ripped out… it was all a little too much to take in. Especially as I watched my son, playing and running around freely in the garden of his grandma’s house last Saturday morning. Part of me felt grateful, yet another part felt heavy, even broken. How would I survive, if anything that horrific happened to my own little one?

The blogosphere is replete with posts and reflections, too. It’s strange that one of my favorite mom bloggers, Steady Mom, lives in Newtown. She wrote about her own reflections of the recent killings, and about the Newtown she knows, which is actually a beautiful, peaceful, and family-centric town. I hope you’ll take time to read it. Because even though this world can be a cruel, heartless place, it is never without hope.

Today, lift up a prayer for the mothers who lost their babies. That’s what I’ve been doing. It doesn’t seem enough nor right to simply send “positive vibes,” as we often say. Better to lift up prayers to an unseen yet always present God, whom I believe is still in control of this mixed up, messed up world.

Photo: Ann Voskamp

Photo: Ann Voskamp

How did you react to the recent news? What were your reflections?

Photo: Alesa Dam, Flickr. Licensed under Creative Commons.