In the past few days, I have tried to process the events in that little school in Connecticut. I cannot begin to imagine the depths of sorrow in which the families of those sweet children are bound at this moment. Like so many others, I have felt anguish ... unbearable, sickening grief ... anger and wonder ... profound sadness. I have come to realize that we don't have words that encompass the full experience of times like this. I cannot imagine we will ever have words to truly express the deep, deep pain that takes our breath away ... that is so endless we can't even touch the bottom of it.
However, I know the love of God is greater. Greater than our pain. Greater than our fear. Greater than our weakness. Greater than any nightmare. The love and power of God is truly endless. Truly limitless. It reaches beyond everything else that exists. And it is the only thing that does.
I am made peaceful thinking of those sweet babies being flooded with light, that glorious light like none other, and being lifted into Heaven, ushered by a team of angels. And in that moment and forevermore, they will bask in the everlasting glory and love of the Father.
I refuse to let myself become consumed and overcome by the awful, evil details of that brief and very worst moment of their lives ... but to instead practice my faith, lean not on my own understanding, love their families, and pray they are all granted the peace that only comes from Him.