By Lana Moline
Babies are gifts from God and life is the packaging that the gift comes in. Even at Christmas, we feel bad when the wrapping is torn. So when a life is taken it is reminiscent of tearing the paper and burning the scraps. My heart is heavy as I am sure many of yours are as well. It’s hard to comprehend a senseless tragedy, such as the one in Connecticut today and so many recent others, and even harder to reconcile what this will now mean for us as parents and for the world in general. I started today anxious about my son’s basketball game after work and although I am still excited to see him play I have that overwhelming feeling that life is different now and we have once again encountered one of those horrible moments that will leave us forever changed. My cousin said it best on facebook: How can we raise our kids and not live in fear? How can we not be paranoid? While we are comforted that we have a Savior, we must also place our human emotion on the altar. I want to cry out “why.” I want to grab all the babies I can and hold them and tell them that it’s okay and to some extent the thought of hugging my kids when I see them at the game this afternoon brings a sense of ease but I hurt for the mothers who won’t be able to have little arms wrapped around their necks. I pray for those families whose Christmas holiday season will always remind them of a loved one who is no longer with them. My prayer is that the peace of God blankets the entire world.
Lana Moline is a freelance writer and poet who lives in Ft. Worth with her three kids and husband Emile. Married 11 years, both media professionals have vowed to maintain integrity in all aspects of print and broadcast journalism.Visit her at www.lanamolinespeaks.wordpress.com