Every
parent’s worst nightmare became a reality to 20 parents (not including those of the heroic adults who died valiantly and selflessly) on Friday, December 14,
2012. As an “assume the worst, hope for
the best” type of person, I pictured the parents sitting in the firehouse
holding their breath as someone new walked in, only to have their heart sink
further with each exhale. Finally, they
heard the words that still probably haven’t quite sunk in – “your little
boy/girl is not coming home” – words no parent should ever hear, especially parents of little fledglings who have only
just left the nest, slowly spreading their wings as they journey into the
world.
I
cannot imagine the consuming heartache they must be feeling – as if someone
reached in and pulled their heart out and crushed it in front of them. (If you watch “Once Upon a Time,” you’ll
visualize this). I cannot imagine coming
into my home and knowing that my child will never walk through that door
again. I cannot imagine replaying our
last words to each other, holding on to the last kiss and our last embrace, watching
videos just to hear her voice again, or no longer being able to breathe in her
smell left on her pillowcase.
Although
life goes on for the rest of us (even if we are reminded of it through every
form of media), how do those parents go on?
Not having been in a situation like that, it might be easy to assume
spending the rest of your life curled into a ball in the darkest room of your
house would be your new way of life.
Sounds reasonable to me…but many of these parents have other children
who need them and no doubt, are needed by their parents. As one of the victim’s parents said, they are
going to live each day for their daughter – thinking about her, talking about
her daily. What a wonderful way to keep
her alive and honor her!
Sandy
Hook Elementary could have easily been my daughter’s school. In dropping her off on Monday, I must have
said “I love you” at least 25 times just in the 30 seconds it took to open the
car door, have her unbuckle her seatbelt and grab her backpack before jumping
out. I also reminded her that even when
I’m not there with her, I am forever with her as she is with me…and more
importantly, that Jehovah God is always with
her. She can talk to him through prayer
at anytime – in times of worry, in
times of uncertainty, in times of sorrow and even in times of joy. Because if she were ever in a situation like
those beautiful babies in Newtown, I want her to know that she is never alone
and is safe in his keeping.
Today,
my kindergartner explained to me that her teacher spoke to the class about
their safety plan if a “bad man” were to ever visit their school. She said they would pile into their bathroom
(and was bewildered as to how 13 students and their teacher would all fit) and
that they would need to stay completely quiet so he wouldn’t hear them. My eyes welled up as she recounted her “what
she learned/did at school today” overview – this is not something a five year
old should be preparing for. A fire,
yes; a hurricane or tornado, sure; a psychopath thirsty for notoriety and
innocent bloodshed, absolutely NOT!
There
are a lot of solutions or opinions being tossed around about what could have
prevented this tragic event or ways to prevent a similar massacre from
happening again but really, the whole world is lying in the power of the wicked
one, Satan (1 John 5:19) and like these twisted monsters who carry out these
wicked acts, he has no empathy nor any regard for any of us. Our only hope lies in our faith in the ransom
sacrifice provided by Jesus Christ which will open up the door for us to have
everlasting life like God intended for us when he created Adam and Eve (John
3:16). Even if all of the guns were completely
destroyed and anyone with mental illness found the help that they needed, Satan
would find a way for evil to occur. Even
though I know not the day nor the hour, I know in my heart this world cannot go
on for much longer heading in the direction it is going in – our salvation is
so close at hand and so comforting that I imagine it to be that warm blanket
that is right there, ready to cover you when the cold is just too hard to bear
any longer.
Each
night after she brushes her teeth and empties her bladder, I say a prayer with
my thoughtful, inquisitive, beautiful little girl. We always pray about the promised new system
that will soon put an end to this wicked world we live in (Psalms 37:10, 11,
29; Revelation 21:3, 4) and envision being on the wonderful earth God intended
for us – no sickness, no boo-boos, no bad guys – just paradise, purity,
perfection! Now more than ever, we pray
for those better things to come and to come soon. And we pray that those who have lost their
babies far too soon will hear about this hope and find comfort in knowing they
can and will see their perfect little child again (John 5:28, 29) just as they
remembered them.
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