I tried to limit my Internet time, to take a break from it all. But I haven't done a good job of it. I think it's hard not to search for answers. How did this all happen? Why did this happen?
Lots of debate, anger and rage. Who is to blame? What was the cause? How can we keep our children safe in a world that is so dark.
I debated on whether or not to write a post. What can I say that will really help? What do I know that you don't? Do you really need to hear another person talk about how they feel?
I don't know. Honestly, this post won't really answer any questions or put any fears to rest.
But I feel as mothers, we have a bond. We have shared stories about our children here. Shared photos, shared projects, shared our journey. And on this part of the journey, we are all feeling the same thing. Grief, sorrow, fear. How can we continue on in our lives, raising our little ones when it seems so dark. How can we face the world when we feel so out of control?
I don't know.
So this weekend I did the same thing you probably did. I read stories, I held hands, I cried. We went to parties, decorated cookies, and finished Christmas shopping. I busied my hands with projects and wrote some posts about entertaining and holiday crafts.
Our lives go on as usual. But we are forever changed.
Small moments seem like gifts and I am joyously grateful for times that I have often taken for granted.
I am praying for all those in Connecticut. I am praying that somehow in this scary, scary world, we can see light. I am praying that we can find goodness and help others who cannot see it themselves. I am praying and praying and praying.
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