It is a sobering day. A day full of questions, sadness, tears, and anger. I have looked into my son’s eyes and felt helpless against the unknown dangers in his future. I have said “yes” to too many cookies and smiled at annoying behavior. I cried with President Obama as he spoke and added my prayer to his final words.
“May God bless the memory of the victims and, in the words of Scripture, heal the brokenhearted and bind up their wounds.”
I’ve read, with conflicting emotions, the status updates on Twitter and Facebook from pro-gun and anti-gun friends. Both sides sure that this is an example of why they are right. There are no answers that will satisfy us concerning this tragedy in Newton. And, really, there are no words of comfort in a time like this.
I only know this one thing for sure–We need to make every day count. Whether by tragedy or natural causes, none of us have been promised tomorrow for ourselves or our loved ones. We forget this so easily until we are reminded.
Let’s make a promise to each other. Let’s stop living as if we have forever to figure things out. Let’s give love freely and rein in our judgements. Hug our families often and forgive quickly. Focus on what matters and find our passion.
Let’s treat every day as if it is precious, because it is.