This week has been a blur for me. I was recovering from surgery, back at work, planning my preschool class Christmas Party, planning my son’s kindergarten Christmas party, doctor appointments, getting the house cleaned up, birthday’s and Christmas shopping, and now today I am volunteering at my son’s school. I am tired sharing all this! I even fell asleep three times this week with out even realizing it, contacts still in, and in my clothes.
With all that being said that is why I have neglected my blog this week. I think this was the first time in a very long time I haven’t posted, read other blogs, and even got on my computer. So today I am sharing some pictures from my phone with Instagram of little Christmas snapshots***************************************
I started that post yesterday and didn’t get to finish. I was at my son’s school all day yesterday volunteering and I didn’t have service on my phone for some reason. When I got home after three I heard about the devastating and horrific tragedy in Connecticut. My heart is deepened with such grief for these families who lost their sweet babies. I can’t relate to the parents losing a child this way but I can relate to burying a child and I am just so very sad knowing they will never be able to hold their child again, kiss them on the cheeks, make their lunches, blow a kiss goodbye from a distance, and all the other countless ways to express their love and affection.
There are no words or things we can do to relieve their pain or comfort their loss. I do know one thing is God is with them. He is mourning with them. He is hurting with them. He loves them.
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” Psalm 34:18
No words can heal but please know that words can hurt. It saddens my heart to see social media posts when a tragedy happens. I know we have our right to our opinions and our emotions can flare. During this time we should just pray for these families not compare our schooling situations, what we think should happen, or anything that could not take their pain away. I was reluctant to even share what I feel but I am praying.
Whatever your belief, religion, or thoughts may be…let’s love, let’s help each other, let’s pray for each other, even our enemies.
As a mom it terrifies me that I can’t protect my children from everything but I can love them and pray for them each day. Our world is broken and full of broken people. I long for Heaven. To be one day with out sickness, mourning, and brokeness. Until then I pray for the parents, siblings, uncles, aunts, grandparents, teachers, firefighters, EMS, police, and all the others who were hurt this day.
Hug your children, have a little more patience today, sweep up the cheerios again, teach them to love, for we know not what tomorrow brings or even today. Be thankful for the days that you have had even if your exhausted and still have a list to complete. Cherish the moments.
I keep thinking about this song that I love by Chris Tomlin “The God of this city” Here is just a piece of the chorus:
“For greater things have yet to come Greater things are still to be done In this city When glory shines from hearts alive With praise for You and love for You In this city
Greater things have yet to come Greater things are still to be done In this city Greater things have yet to come And greater things are still to be done here”
Mr. Rogers: “When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, “Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.” To this day, especially in times of “disaster,” I remember my mother’s words and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers—so many caring people in this world.“