“Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God[a]; believe also in me. 2 My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? 3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. 4 You know the way to the place where I am going.”
Following the horrific incident that occurred in Connecticut, I am realizing there are no words.
No words to address the pain that families of the victims are feeling.
No words to express how heartbroken we are as a nation about the deaths of these innocent babies and adults.
No words to comfort, to deliver insight, to make sense of it or make any of it right.
But I also knew that I could not just write another post and avoid focusing for at least a moment, in my very limited way, on this tragedy.
I am brokenhearted.
I cannot imagine living this.
The very thought these events are real is unfathomable to me.
Still with my extremely imperfect ability to understand, there is one thing I know to be true.
God comforts the brokenhearted.
God heals with His loving hand.
Even in times of utter confusion and desolation on our broken Earth,
God's got us...
at our lowest...at our sickest...in our deepest and darkest moments of despair.
God is with us.
Please understand that I know these thoughts cannot begin to address the magnitude of the sadness on the East Coast.
But I also must recognize that the magnitude of our God is greater even than these trials.
I will be praying for the repose of the souls of the victims and their families.
I will be praying for the safety of all of our children, throughout the world.
And I will be holding my own children close to me, close to my heart and to my person as we continue through this season of Advent.
Please join me in praying.