There are no words ... my mind can not wrap around it. My mind can not let it go. How can such a thing happen? Who would ...? Why? They were children. Innocent, sweet little babes.

Weeping. Heartbreak. Fear for my own children.

I couldn't wait to pick them up at school Friday after hearing the news. Wanted to pick them up early but didn't want to disrupt their day. I loved and hugged them when I did. Both already knew so we sat and had along talk. They were shaken by the news. That night we had a slumber party. And by morning I awoke to their heavy breaths as they were in deep sleep. My mind instantly thought of the moms and dads who woke up without. While I was so very grateful for my peaceful slumbering children, my heart was beyond heavy for the moms and dads that had to wake up without ...

Can our children not go to school anymore without being afraid? And the fear as parents dropping them off each day?  I thought school was supposed to be a safe place ... to learn, to grow, to play with your friends. I am the first to admit I didn't want to send them back in the new week. Like every parent, I was sick to my stomach, scared. Keeping them home  ...  a great idea.

Or not ... We cannot hide. We live in a fallen world. We can stand strong. We must have faith and hope. We mourn, our hearts break, but we must have hope.

My kiddos returned to school. My prayers are fervent, constant. For my own children, those in our community and children all across our country.