Where Is The Good?

I have been talking with other moms about the Newtown tragedy.

It has been in the forefront of all of our minds.

As we drop our precious kids off at school and doors that used to be left open are now locked and guarded, we are reminded.

During pick-up conversations the topic always leads to Sandy Hook.

My girlfriend and I stood in front of our kids preschool today while our beautiful, healthy, and safe children ran around the school yard and we and without even saying a word we both knew what the other was thinking.

We just can’t shake it.

It’s on our minds every day… all day.

How can it not be?

How can I look at my own six year old’s face and not think of those parents who would give ANYTHING to look into their child’s one more time.

We are feeling broken and lost.

Hopeless and sad.

“What is the world coming to?”; we keep saying.

“Where do we go from here?”

I thought it was just me, but turns out, its every mother I talk to.

Where is the good?

(I did not write this but its been emailed to me a few times and I’m sure its floating around facebook and I wanted to share)

Twas’ 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38

when 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven’s gate.

their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air.

they could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there.

they were filled with such joy, they didn’t know what to say.

they remembered nothing of what had happened earlier that day.

“where are we?” asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse.

“this is heaven.” declared a small boy. “we’re spending Christmas at God’s house.”

when what to their wondering eyes did appear,

but Jesus, their savior, the children gathered near.

He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same.

then He opened His arms and He called them by name.

and in that moment was joy, that only heaven can bring

those children all flew into the arms of their King

and as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace,

one small girl turned and looked at Jesus’ face.

and as if He could read all the questions she had

He gently whispered to her, “I’ll take care of mom and dad.”

then He looked down on earth, the world far below

He saw all of the hurt, the sorrow, and woe

then He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand,

“Let My power and presence re-enter this land!”

“may this country be delivered from the hands of fools”

“I’m taking back my nation. I’m taking back my schools!”

then He and the children stood up without a sound.

“come now my children, let me show you around.”

excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran.

all displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can.

and i heard Him proclaim as He walked out of sight,

“in the midst of this darkness, I AM STILL THE LIGHT.”