I can’t. No one can.
I watch my little ones, so grateful for the breath moving within them. Their small ways and pure smiles bind up my insides and I stifle my anguish, my disbelief. I know I share these feelings with everyone who bears a soul. Except for the families of the lost. I can’t imagine their grief, the vast absence…that anything but time and iron-clad faith may slow-ease their pain.
I can’t imagine.
For the rest of us – as my husband told me Friday during my futile search for understanding – all we can do is be horrified, pray and help each other in any way we can. He threw me a rope as I began to sink, immersed in (often innaccurate) news reports and reading social media rants.
So many people have so much to say. I get it. People need an anchor, a logical argument that shuts down the possibility of a repeat occurrence. If we do X, then Y will never happen again.
More guns. No guns.
A hind-sighted demand for prescience. How did no one know? No one foresee? No one stop?
Arm the teachers.
He was ill, he needed our help, our grace. No, he was a monster.
There is no sense. There is no answer. But amid the world-wide emotional fallout, these four things resonated with me. These words come from those much wiser than me. I offer them to you, if you should need them.
– Ann Voskamp offers words of comfort as only she can, in Where is God in the darkness of this weekend?
– A reminder from Buzzfeed that there is still so much good in the world.
– “What can you do to promote world peace? Go home and love your family.” – Mother Teresa
– “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” – Jesus Christ