We ate lunch, and I put Rhett down for his nap with the intent of fixing some of the obvious paint marks on our newly installed baseboards. To be honest I lost sleep last night worrying about some of the brush marks I had left the previous day.
I took a moment to check Facebook, and then to read the news of the shooting in Connecticut.
And then I cried.
I have faith that there is a God. I have faith that not even a sparrow falls without our Heavly Father being aware. But I am human and I have had my moments of doubt all day as to how this act was possible.
And I have cried more.
And I have hugged my son and rub my growing belly and prayed for those families and for mine.
And then my sister reminded me of the Christmas song "I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day" and the story behind it.
This clip tells the story of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow who wrote this song and sorrow and hope that inspired it.
The fact that this tragedy happened so close to Christmas is devastating. But the reason we celebrate Christmas, the birth of our Savior is exactly why we can heal from events like this.
In the words of this song I am finding peace and I pray for that piece for those families and loved ones and each of us.
"And in despair I bowed my head: There is no peace on earth, I said. For hate is strong and mocks the song of peace on earth, goodwill to men. Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
'God is not dead, nor doth He sleep; The wrong shall fail,
The right prevail,With peace on earth good will to men."
When there are no words, this can be enough.
Somehow it will be enough.