“*Sigh.*
Today feels insanely heavy. We have a crisis America is faced with and yet can’t seem to figure it out.
I didn’t want to drop her off today.
After crawling into our bed at 4 a.m. this morning, I watched Charlotte drift back to sleep, clutching her Anna doll. She seemed so small, so innocent; thankfully unaware of the horror that is happening.
Brushing her hair this morning, I noticed her little beauty mark next to her eye, same place as Grandma Dee’s. I noticed her hair lightening and a little tan going on, thanks to the daily sunshine.
As we pull up to drop off and she jumps out (but not before several kisses to Evy and myself), I am just sick to my stomach. Thank goodness I wear big shades, because I was holding back a dam of tears.
It shouldn’t be this way. No parent should feel anything other than safe when having their children in school. It’s a half past 10 a.m. here in Boise, and I’m restlessly waiting for noon so I can walk over to pick her up.
Nineteen young children and 2 teachers lost their lives yesterday. And I love Jesus, but thoughts and prayers are just not enough. What are we going to do about it? When will it stop?
This is America.”
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