A heavy heart: An emotional post.

There are no words delicate enough nor strong enough to describe the tragedy in Connecticut. Last night we cried as we read the stories surrounding the individuals and ached for the parents and loved ones of these babies. We also cried for the teachers as we heard their stories of bravery. I was once a teacher, and I can tell you, i understand the love that they had for their students. I would lay down my life for anyone of my kids. For these brave teachers, principle and counselor- that day actually came.

Last night, as Blake and I lay awake in bed, we cried as we prayed and wished there was something we could do. We all feel so helpless, and confused. No human being, could take the precious lives of babies, and his own mother unless there is a serious disconnect. Right? It goes against the very make up of our bodies, minds and spirits to protect these precious children. Is it just a slippery slop of desensitization? All i know, is that evil exists, and there is no rhyme or reason to it. 

Blake and I read this chapter of scripture (3 Nephi Chapter 17). It tells of a time that the Savior's heart was saddened by the wickedness that came upon a people. He gathered the little children, and prayed, and wept unto the Father.

"And as they looked to behold they cast their eyes towards heaven, and they saw the heavens open, and they saw angels descending out of heaven as it were in the midst of fire; and they came down and encircled those little ones about, and they were encircled about with fire; and the angels did minister unto them." 

I felt so much comfort, knowing that there is someone encircling those families and children affected by this, and that the Savior himself is looking after the victims of this tragedy.