There Are No Words

Last week a group of parents had the world rocked under them. There are no words to describe the pain and anguish they are experiencing.

There are many things I’ve wanted to say here this week but it all seems … shallow.

I have a first grader.

Every time I look at her, I think about these grieving parents.

I say a silent prayer for these suffering parents. And I thank God for her.

This little girl challenges me every day. She makes me proud, angry, happy, impatient. She make me laugh, cry, and sometimes raise my voice.

And I couldn’t imagine life without her.

She is dancer, gymnast, imp, little lady, sister, friend, student, reader, mascot, comedienne, trampoline jumper, baby sister sitter.

She is proud. She is sassy. She is nothing if not energetic. She is spirited and hot-tempered. She is social and friendly. She is messy and hard working.

20 little people, little first graders, were stolen from their parents, siblings, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends.

Why did this happen?

I’ll tell you.

It’s not because “things happen for a reason” (Eccl. 3:11). And it’s not because God willed it (Job 34:10 and James 1:13 and 1:17) and especially not because he needed new angels in heaven.

So why did this happen?

Because Matthew 24:37. Because 2 Timothy 3: 1-5, and especially because 2 Cor. 4:4 and 1 John 5:19.

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About Carrie

Happy wife, homeschooling mom of many, autodidact, best-selling Amazon author, blogger, head chef and barefoot walker. Residing just outside Atlanta, usually found reading a book while sipping a hot beverage.

Comments

  1. Beautiful photos and thoughts, Carrie. Your daughter looks just like you. While the subject is serious, her face made me smile.

  2. Christina says:

    So true! Exactly how I felt.