Pray for Oklahoma....pray for Boston....pray for Newtown...
Once again, there are parents waiting to hear if their elementary age children are safe. Victims of nature's fury rather than a gunman's wrath or terrorist's bomb, but does that matter when all you want is to know if your child is among the survivors?
Once again, our nation weeps, struggling to make sense of the senseless.
Once again, voices are raised, wondering why and where is God.
Once again, I keep my young daughter from the news, hoping to protect her sweet mind and heart from the hardships this world holds, just a little bit longer
Once again, teachers put themselves on the line for their young charges. Heroes, every one.
Once again, communities band together in determination to rise again, stronger and better.
Once again, strangers give...money, shelter, clothes, prayers.
Once again, we see God's hand in the helpers...the first responders...the hospital workers...the churches...the miraculous reunions...and in those offering comfort and prayers where there is no miracle.
Once again, I hold my family close, thankful for each day.
Once again, I'm made aware of the pettiness of most of my complaints and the purpose of my days on Earth, to be the hands of God in the unexplainable and unendurable moments.
Once again, I'm reminded that God never wastes a hurt. He is big enough, powerful enough, good enough, loving enough to redeem this. Even this.
There is no answer to the why, not this side of Heaven.
But there is an answer to Who...Who can be trusted, Who we can turn to...and who will be His hands on Earth until the Day when tragedies cease and tears are dried for the final time.