ramblings from the park

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

little tears...

It was long past his bedtime when I heard his little feet coming down the stairs. He should have been fast asleep. But he wasn't.
Tears were brimming his beautiful big brown eyes as he clung to his favourite teddy bear.
He came over to me on the couch and buried his head into my arms.
I held him so tightly.
I could feel my eyes begin to get hot with tears, and I began to cry along with him.
All he said was "something really bad happened in the United States on Friday."
I agreed.
He had heard about the shooting in Connecticut. He had heard about the children being murdered while at school. He also knew that teachers died as well as the principal.
His safe little world had yet another crack in it.
He began to sob.
Joel asked if he was scared of it happening here. He replied kind of, but mostly he was sad for the kids and the families.
We prayed for the families.
We cried out for God to grant His peace on the hurting, to comfort those who had lost a loved one.

There has been much written and reported on this tragedy these past few days. It hurts to think about it. Blocking it out of my mind would be so much easier. I can't though. These were children. Teachers. They were all God's precious creation. To mourn with their families seems okay. To pray for them feels right.

Hold your little ones tight. Breathe in their scent. Twirl their hair between your fingers. Thank our amazing Heavenly Father for blessing you with such gifts.

"A thrill of hope, the weary soul rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn."