I started my day Friday by reading to my kindergartner, Elliot's, class! She dug around on our bookshelf, where we have literally hundreds of books, until she found the perfect book. She was so excited to have me come in her room that morning and so were her classmates. They all sat up a little taller, wide eyes shining brightly, and big smiles on their faces. As their teacher introduced me, I looked at each face....trying to recall all of their names. I showed them the book and told them how we had hundreds of books, and this is the one Elliot wanted me to share with them; so it was really special. They were ready to listen. I read the story, and they all sat intently listening....not a peep. After I finished the book, I asked them a few questions about it; and they asked me a few. The whole time I could see my little girl's face, on the back row, grinning from ear to ear....she was so happy to have me there....they all were. It was awesome and made me miss teaching kindergarten. They thanked me for coming and were genuinely grateful. I gave my baby girl a big hug and kiss and walked out with a full and grateful heart. Shortly thereafter, the news came about Sandy Hook....and I kept picturing those sweet faces from that morning. How could he not see those faces at Sandy Hook the way I had seen those faces that morning....wide eyed, innocent, precious. I don't understand it...some say it's pure evil, some say it's mental health, some say it was a payback....but I still don't understand it. I've heard over and over and over through many losses and tragedies that we will understand it when we get to heaven, the answers will be there; but honestly....I don't think I will even ask the question. I think the glory of heaven will override any looming or questions or wondering that I may have here on earth. All day today, as I looked at each of those faces of the children who were killed....my heart hurt more deeply. Seeing their faces, looking in those eyes, seeing their tiny hands....it made it that much more real. I keep telling myself that they are angels, and they don't see it the way we do. They aren't scared or hurting, but they are in the arms of Our Savior...where everything is as it should be! The ones left behind are the ones who are hurting, but those angels.....they are perfect!
Someone shared this with me today.....something they read on Facebook.
Twas' 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38 when 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven's gate. Their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air. They could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there. They were filled with such joy; they didn't know what to say. They remembered nothing of what had happened earlier that day. “where are we?" asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse. “This is heaven" declared a small boy. "We’re spending Christmas at God's house”. When what to their wondering eyes did appear, but Jesus, their savior, the children gathered near. He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same. Then He opened His arms and He called them by name. And in that moment was joy, that only heaven can bring those children all flew into the arms of their King and as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace, one small girl turned and looked at Jesus' face. And as if He could read all the questions she had He gently whispered to her, "I'll take care of mom and dad. “then He looked down on earth, the world far below He saw all of the hurt, the sorrow, and woe, then He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand, “Let My power and presence re-enter this land! “May this country be delivered from the hands of fools” “I’m taking back my nation. I'm taking back my schools! “Then He and the children stood up without a sound. “Come now my children let me show you around. “Excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran. All displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can. And I heard Him proclaim as He walked out of sight, “in the midst of this darkness,” I AM STILL THE LIGHT."
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