The anger and the confusion are almost overwhelming for me at this moment. The murder of 19 innocent children and 2 of their teachers is overwhelmingly heartbreaking and senseless. Children just a little older than our oldest granddaughter will not have the chance to grow up and do the things a child does.
What the parents and family members of the children and the teacher’s families are going through is something no one should have to experience.
Why did a loving God allow this to happen? That is a question that all God-fearing people ask whenever a tragedy occurs. It is beyond anyone’s understanding. The only answer to me is that he gave us the freedom to choose between right and wrong, and we pay the consequences of those choices.
I did not want to write today; I could not get through the pain of trying to understand all the hate and anger inside me. There are so many questions going through my mind right now, and I guess that’s why I needed to do this. Not to erase the pain but to get it out into the open. To help restore my faith just a little.
The names and faces of these children and one teacher are coming out, and with it comes the reality of the cruelty humans can bring upon each other. There is so little regard for themselves and anyone else.
But, with that disregard for human life, hope shines through. People of this small south Texas town will come together as one. The show of support from Americans throughout this magnificent land will provide support through prayer.
That is the majesty of God’s love; that is the power of God’s unbending love. And those who had their lives cut short can now see the full beauty and power of their creator as he welcomes them with open arms into their new home, set aside just for them.