When I arrived home from work today, I learned the tragic news of what happened at Sandy Hook Elementary. I stood and stared at the television screen shocked at what I saw. I have never been able to understand what would go through someone's mind who goes into a "shooting rampage", but this was unbelieveable. Someone had killed children. On purpose?!
I cannot imagine the evil that must be coursing through the veins of someone who sees a child like
.....As a target.
I am sickened.
I physically hurt for everyone involved.
I can not imagine the pain they are in.
I suppose that the news infuriates me so badly because of the precious kids I spend my days with. I walk into my kindergarten classroom every day and greet 16 smiling faces at the door. They feel safe with me. We are there to learn our letters, and to count, and sing, and paint pictures, and build with blocks, and dance, and laugh. We learn to make friends and not to pick out noses and to clean up our own mess and to cut in a straight line. We learn not to push each other, to say kind words, and to say please and thank you. We read stories and sit criss-cross-applesauce in the floor. We do science experiments and make Christmas ornaments and tell stories. We have pajama days and snack time and play games. We talk about tooth fairies and cartoons and ice-cream cones. We play "quiet mouse" and "duck-duck goose". We learn to write our names and celebrate birthdays with cupcakes.
I spend my days in a world where there is no such thing as evil. The only "bad guys" are the little boys who chase the little girls on the playground for fun. I spend my days with kids who think "butt" is a the worst bad word of all. In a kindergarten classroom, the worst thing that ever happens is when someone gets a bloody nose falling down outside.
There were kindergarten kids today who were doing these very things inside a classroom in Sandy Hook Elementary when evil invaded their safe haven. They were painting or counting or reading or dancing. Suddenly, their beautiful little, innocent lives were either taken or changed forever.
I am trying not to, but I can't help but imagine how frightened their little eyes must have been. I can just envision how horrific the whole event must have been for those babies.
I hurt for them.
I hurt for their Mommies.
I hurt for their friends.
I hurt for their teachers who were probably trying with all their might, like I would be, to protect them.
I know that HE has a greater plan. I am praying for peace for the families and children of Sandy Hook Elementary as his plan unfolds.