I have spent much of today following one of the saddest stories I have ever heard. I’ve been crying silently all day long and wondering how such a tragedy could happen. I’ve been through some hard times in my life, but it seems so insignificant in light of the pain and grief that I can only imagine those people involved are dealing with today.
I feel very helpless sitting here some 600 miles away, where a prayer is all I can offer. It scares me to think there are people out there who would do this. It scares me to think about the children I hope to have and raising them in such a world as this. It scares me to think that they are no longer safe in their own schools.
In everything, I always hope to find where some good came out of something so awful. But in times like this, that seems impossible. What good could we even hope to find? And whatever “good” we may see, how could it ever be worth the cost?