I don’t know if I’ll write more or if this is it.
Yesterday’s news was incomprehensible. I can’t imagine nor do I WANT to imagine. When my mind starts to go there….it just can’t. Can’t.
We live in a culture of death. The media will feed on this for weeks. Each story will bring new knowledge and grief. Only time will bring healing.
Political agenda on guns? Some will turn this into it. The reality is: You can’t legislate morality. Stole that from my Hubby…he’s brilliant, BTW.
As for me, I went to Adoration at lunch yesterday. Cried, prayed and cried some more. A pattern I’m certain to repeat in the coming days. Lord, have mercy.
I hugged my kids and my Hubby. Hard. Long. Even my 13 and 15 year olds did not pull away.
We let our son go skate with his friends. We let our daughter go to her birthday party. You have to live.
We watched Elf. Our son ate spaghetti and syrup for dinner (in preparation for Elf). I joined in with this gal and this gal as they hosted a “Twitter party” during Elf. I made peppermint milkshakes and let everyone finish the leftover luncheon “Cherry Cheesecake Dip” (Pinterest WIN!!) Laughing felt great. Therapy.
I texted with my mom and my sister.
I read the news sparingly.
Today. I’m up. I’ll walk. I’ll pray. Hubby and I will decide how to proceed with broaching this topic with our kids. We’ll make a more concentrated effort at living each day as a PRESENT. We’ll live our lives with RESPECT to LIFE. All life. We will trust in God even when we don’t understand, even when we are furious, confused, scared and anxious. Our children and our lives are not our own. We belong to Him. Let us love one another.
Jesus, come quickly. Until then,
Our Lady of Sorrows, pray for us.