My heart and thoughts are just so full of grief tonight. I weep for those families and the small community in Connecticut. If the grief I bare is so terrible, how must a mother be feeling as she grips her baby boy's tiny jacket; clutching on to any last bit of him she has left? How is a father, determined to continue to provide for his now broken family coping with the loss of his tiny princess?
I praise the Lord that those little children are out of this cold, dark, ugly world - but at what cost? Why was the dismissal of so many from this earth such a brutal, agonizing torture? May God be with these families and this community, and may He change this cruel nation. I often fear the evil has imbedded itself into this planet so deeply that its undoing is now as impossible as erasing the memories that have been thrust upon these poor families.
And while the pain is unbearable and the task before us seems daunting, I am faced with the bright realization that this task - this burden - is not mine to bear. It is not yours, it is not the governments', it is not for law enforcement, nor for the saddened little community in Newtown. God has claimed this burden as He has claimed these precious children's souls as His own. Praise Him, for He is in control!
Our only burden to bear is to pray for the precious souls of these despairing families and our country that seems so far gone. I pray we will see the light of joy once more and that this day will come quickly for the community of Newton, Connecticut. God bless our broken nation.
Andrea Drane
Friendly
