The littlest hearts are broken

Friday morning… terrible terrible morning. 20 children and 6 adults were killed in an elementary school just a couple of miles from my home. These poor families. It’s heart breaking, truly heart breaking.

Today as I sat in church, I saw a little girl about 8 years old crying. Not tearing up, crying. It was horrible. Did she know these children? Was this her school? And then I looked more to the left and there was a boy about 12 crying. These little hearts are broken. They will carry such a burden. I am normally excellent about keeping my emotions in check. But not today. And as my pastor’s voice broke in an effort to control his tears, I cried. This tragedy is AWFUL! It makes me want to scream and cry and never let my children out of this house. But we can’t live this way. We’re not meant to.

Friday’s events just makes me think that we all need to raise our children better. We live in a time where everyone works, no one has enough time and the cracks are showing. I’m not knocking anyone individually as a parent, but collectively we need to pull together. We hear so much about bullies, suicides, and shootings. I won’t weigh in on if gun control would help or security systems etc. but I do know that everything starts at home. These are tough times and we need to be stronger than ever and lead by example. I’m scared for the future if we don’t change something.

We must be that change.

If anyone would like to hear my pastor’s sermon, it was excellent. http://72.26.207.59/sermon_sto2_fast/brcc/audio/1199911409_30677.mp3