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