The day after…
This morning I dropped our daughter off at school. Then went home and started breakfast. Due to my gluten and dairy free diet, I make (delicious) fresh gluten-free waffles every day. During my breakfast prep, as I was scrolling the socials, I saw footage of yesterdays shooting in Uvalde, Texas. I heard the news yesterday, but didn’t digest the scope of it until that moment.
As the tears began to creep down my face, I couldn’t help but think about my babygirl. My darling, innocent, 10 yr old babygirl, in school enjoying the last days of 4th grade with her teacher and her friends. Just as the victims in Robb Elementary were. How cruel a world where you take your children to a place you believe to be safe, only for them to be met with such hatred. I honestly cannot imagine the pain those parents, brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, grandparents, and community are going through right now. Such a tragedy should not happen, AT ALL!
But sadly, it’s almost common place.
In the face of such unnecessary wickedness, I paused multiple times today to pray for every family who’s lost someone in this unspeakable tragedy. I took the time to look at every picture and acknowledge the lives of each child and adult that are no longer with us. I cannot walk away and not feel the enormity of the situation every time something like this happens.
As I wait patiently in the car rider line to pick up my precious little one from school, the tears threaten to fall again. She climbs into the car and smiles at me. That beautiful smile. She’s safe. And I am SO thankful. I’m also so very sad.
The harsh reality is, that what happened at Columbine, Sandy Hook, and so many other schools, that now include Robb Elementary, can happen anywhere! The harsh reality is that our government does not prioritize our children enough to agree and make reform that could save lives! The harsh reality is … those parents will never hear the laughter of their children again. No more birthday celebrations, no more days at the pool, no more bedtime stories, or crazy family vacations. Their children have been snatched from life. It just hurts so much.
It’s the day after … again. Lord please help.
