I could not post, I just couldn't. I tried, but every time I sat down my mind drifted back to the children of Sandy Hook. Every time I went to the store I saw the headline's and the photos and my heart would focus on my own babies. I heard about a little girl who loved and obsessed over horses, and I would see my little girl holding her doll sooo tightly; her eyes squeezed shut as she loved her own baby doll with such intensity. I would see her tip-toe down the hall so that she wouldn't wake up her baby from it's nap.
I heard the story of a little boy who saved his friends and thought of my son holding a beam of wood in the fireplace of his pre-school so it wouldn't fall on them. I see his silhouette as he twirled around in our house as it was under construction. As he twirled around he sang, "My own room, all my own".
I think of the brave women who did their best to save as many as they could; of those who sacrificed their lives...who very likely continued to help and guide these little ones as they had to leave us behind and walk into our Lord's embrace....
So, you see I couldn't see the keyboard through my tears....
I am disgusted by the politicians who try to hijack events for their own agendas. Within an hour they were screaming for gun control...what was it the president's chief of staff said ? Something about never wasting a good crisis?
I refuse to hate anyone. I am filled with sorrow for anyone who is so tormented by their life that they seek a violent solution. The Oklahoma bombing, the twin towers, Columbine, I don't hate the people responsible, nor do I hate fertilizer, airplanes or guns. That's just silly. When a drunk driver kills and innocent child, I would never hate the car. I want the person held accountable, don't you?
Merry Christmas,
Peace and love to you all....
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