Last Friday I watched the terrible events unfold just like the rest of the country.
My heart ached and my stomach wanted to be sick. I wanted to curl up in a ball (with my kids tucked in with me) and just make it all go away.
But, it was afternoon Pre-K time for my son. He attends a Christian school close to our home. So, I sent my husband a text..."I don't want to take E to school today." His reply..."Keep him home, this stuff is out of control".
At this point, my 4 year old son knew nothing about the mass shooting, or his mama's mounting anxiety.
So, I thought about it some more...convinced that E and I should spend the afternoon wrapped up in each other til daddy and sister got home. I was just about to announce a stay-home-with-mommy-Friday...
...but then the Lord tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Don't you trust me? You can't be with them all the time, but I can. And I will always be there for them - no matter what happens."
So, I trusted God. I took my son to school, still feeling sick, and anxious. But as I kissed him goodbye, I reminded him that I love him and so does God. And that's all that matters!
Someone told me this, "God promises us a great ending!" And so we keep that in mind as our ultimate conclusion.