I have had bit of a writers block, (aka too much homework) and haven't had a lot of motive to write anything lately.
But then yesterday, a man walked into an elementary school and killed 20 children.
20 innocent little souls with bright faces and unable to defend themselves. 20 little souls, between the ages of five and ten, that were excited for Christmas, that had a whole life ahead of them. 20 little souls that came to school on Friday full of joy and excitement, and had no idea that one sick man would take that all away before they would even make it to lunch.
20 moms and dads dropped their kids off at school like they would any other day, expecting to see them only a few hours later. 20 moms and dads got a phone call to come pick up their child because something bad has happened. 20 moms and dads rushed to the school in straight panic, frantically looking for their little girl or boy. 20 moms and dads watched other moms and dads hold their kids and take them home. 20 moms and dads had to look around for a child they would never find. 20 moms and dads had to realize that their entire world has just been taken from them.
Isn't odd? Isn't odd that a parent in Connecticut is waking up to an empty bedroom and presents under the tree that will never be opened? Isn't it odd that just because of one deranged man, 20 little kids will be buried six feet under long before they should have been? Their time was cut short.. but for what? Why?
How do we understand something like this? How do we understand what drove someone to want to shoot up an Elementary school? What would make someone desire to watch as they take a life out of a five year old little kid? These questions continue to run through my mind as I'm sure it does to anyone else.
My heart is aching. 20 beautiful little kids who had done absolutely nothing to deserve this. These kids had a whole life ahead of them. They had their entire life to start high school, to get their drivers license, to fall in love, to have a first kiss, to get their heartbroken, to graduate, to go on to college, to get married, to have children of their own, to have fun and have many, many years to live out their lives. And instead of getting to experience any of that, they will be put in the ground this week. I can't even believe this really happened. This stuff shouldn't ever happen. This is an actual nightmare.
I don't really know what else to say about this. All I know is, I am so grateful that Jesus was the one to kiss them and tell them that everything was going to be okay yesterday when they returned home to him. All I know is that this Christmas won't be as merry as the others, because of what this man decided to do on December 14th, 2012.
What this has taught me is that we all take life for granted. We take our families, friends, school, opportunities, and what we have for granted and stuff like this really makes you realize everything in your life you couldn't live without that now a family in Connecticut is forced to. So my advice to you is that you should go hug any little siblings you have any chance you get. Tell your parents you love them and thank them for all they have done for you your entire life. Make sure your best friends know how important they are to you. Don't let a day go by where you don't thank god for all that you have, because you never know if one day it could all be taken away from you.
Mankind is disappointing. So much potential and dreams were killed yesterday. So many personalities and purpose. So many kids will never have a chance and that just breaks my heart. It really does.
I hope there will come a day where there will be no more shootings or murders or anymore of these horrendous cases. And I will be keeping Newtown in my prayers every night.
Merry Christmas readers. I hope you all let this impact you in some way and I hope you too will keep these families in your prayers this holiday season because they surely need it.
And to the 20 newly, beautiful, amazing stars that will be twinkling down over the world tonight, you will never be forgotten. Rest in Paradise sweet angels.
Xoxox,
Bshawty.
"Then, when that blessed day is here, He'll love me and he'll say, 'You served me well, my little child; Come unto my arms to stay."
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