I couldn’t bring myself to write yesterday. I try to post every week day but my heart was so heavy for the families of those who lost loved ones in Newtown.
For once I was truly “wordless.”
I don’t have any idea how to stop senseless tragedies. All I know is that now when I look at my Christmas tree with presents beneath it, I am thinking about families who have gifts under theirs for people they are burying this week. When I watch Christmas movies while holding my granddaughter in my arms, I’m thinking about grandparents and parents whose arms are empty. When I drive past the school where I once taught, I’m thinking about the principal and teachers who gave their lives trying to save the lives of the children entrusted to them.
There is so much sadness and heartache in Newtown that it fills the air like a cold, thick, wet fog and chills the whole world. Even writing about what happened now I feel guilty because it sounds like I am focusing on how it effects me. This is not about me. What I feel is NOTHING compared to their pain and loss.
All I know to do is pray for them. I hope that just as I can feel the cold, wet, fog of their sadness, that they can feel the love and warmth of those of us who are praying for their broken hearts.