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.

God Bless