Breath seven:
I need to take a breath. I wasn't going to post anything on last Friday’s horrific event in Connecticut. I am fantastic at avoidance. I assured myself that my time was better spent simply praying for the families of the victims. When my mom brought up the subject at our school concert, I told her, “I don’t want to talk about it.” That day I briefly skimmed over a news article, began to tear up and stopped reading. While I did pray, I ignored a deep sadness and heaviness that I felt. I was more preoccupied about how to talk to my children about how 20 children and 8 educators were shot in their school, before someone else told them. Instead of dealing with what happened, I chose to focus on how to address the tragedy. I am a Christian, a mother, an educator, and a human being, this should not have been my response to injustice and evil. I should not have simple answers for my children or anyone, as Tony Campolo's words reminded me. You may find his blog post and the scriptures he sites helpful as well.
I have had few personal tragedies in my life. I lost three of my grandparents, whom I miss, and I had a miscarriage. Each event affected me differently and left me with a hurt that never goes away. Death is horrible and leaves us forever changed. After my miscarriage I heard a song by Natalie Grant song that comforted me. I hope that it comforts you too.
We live in a broken world filled with sin, evil, and tragedy. Until Jesus returns, I know he will feel each heart break with us. I pray that all families hurt by unimaginable tragedies know what it is to, “be held” by Jesus when the sacred is torn from their lives and somehow they survive.
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