Light in the Darkness

I think it’s safe to assume that you cried as much as me over the weekend.

The shock. The horror. And then the sadness. And once the sadness set in it decided to stay.

We were on vacation and somewhat insulated from television when the coverage of the shooting began on Friday. At one point we walked through Times Square, and I stopped in my tracks when I saw the headline on a larger-than-life television. It was so weird, because thousands of people were rushing to and from their “important” activities, and all I could think was that nothing else really mattered. Nothing. I just wanted to get home and hold my baby.

Every time I think about those poor families who lost children I can’t help but cry. I can’t imagine the fear that crippled them while they stood waiting for their children to come out of the school. Or the deep, heart wrenching sadness that slapped them in the face when they realized no one else was coming. They would never hug their babies again. I’ve seen lots of articles and blog posts shared on facebook over the last few days, but honestly, I don’t have anything eloquent to say, and I don’t care about any stupid political agendas. Like you, I’m just sad. And it just seems so silly and frivolous to go on as if nothing’s happened. To not mention it at all.

Sometimes in the midst of tragedy it feels so dark. But as I watched this video of a dad who lost his little girl I was reminded of something. There truly is evil in this world. Evil that loves darkness. But even in the midst of the most unbearable circumstances, LIGHT ALWAYS OUTSHINES THE DARKNESS.