My thoughts..

How horrific it is to imagine single-digit aged children witnessing real life blood and gore in a place they once ran and laughed and learned.

How awful it must be for 36 parents to end this day not knowing how their child’s day was because they didn’t have a chance to ask.

How implausible it is for so many to be arguing on social platforms at this time of mourning, putting all their anger in the wrong places.

How immensely grateful I am that my children’s school year ended a week ago and I don’t have to face the anxiety of an unknown tomorrow at school tomorrow.

How not every parent is blessed and must decide if school tomorrow or the next day or the next is important enough to send them off.

How empty it must feel for grieving families who do not know Jesus.

How empty it must feel for grieving families who do know Jesus.

How empty it feels….

My prayers…

That change would come quickly not just in the policies of the country but the hearts of every person.

That all would see the grace of God at work and find their part in being the grace of God to others.

That every child directly affected by today’s tragedy can rest and have peace.

That I can rest tonight and have peace.

That more beds and more hospitals and more doctors and more research can help the mental health crisis in our country.

That people can ask for help.

That people would notice the world around them and practice kindness.

That I can offer more than thoughts and prayers as it will never be enough.