This has been a difficult holiday season for many, including myself. When I last saw my beloved grandmother Meme, who celebrated her 99th birthday this year, we talked quite a lot about life, family, and Heaven. We shed tears together as she told me that she had had a good life, but having already lost her husband, her only son, and so many friends, she was ready to move on. It was hard to hear but she had peace about it, and she often said the waiting was the hardest part. This year, Meme got her Christmas wish a little bit early, and she was laid to rest in Pennsylvania with my grandfather, the final chapter in a love story that started during WWII in France.
Just a few days after losing my grandmother, I was shocked to hear about the unthinkable tragedy in Newtown, CT, when countless lives were touched directly and indirectly in a senseless act of unspeakable violence. As a mother, a teacher, and a child of God, the tragedy at Sandy Hook Elementary will haunt me forever. Ever since hearing about this tragedy, I have been praying for the victims, their family and loved ones, the survivors, the first responders, the community, and the world whose heart breaks for everyone affected by this tragedy.
I know that God hears our prayers, even our most anguished prayers, even when we don’t know what to pray for and even when we can’t even form words. There are no words for what happened, and as my heart has broken for everyone affected by this tragedy, as I’ve cried for them and offered my own anguished, wordless prayers, I know that He has cried right along with us. And we will keep on praying. God bless.