Broken

I keep reading all these news stories and watching all these video clips from people who were effected by the Sandy Hook Elementary School Shooting. It will be a day remembered for the rest of my life, as well as millions of others.

I hate all the attention that the killer is getting. I feel like we shouldn't even put his name in the news. What's the point? I really feel like the kids, teachers, parents, and families should be the subject of our thoughts. The real life heros. 

I'm so heartbroken for the families. For the past two days, every time I get a silent moment with one of my kids, I cry. I think of how hard it is being a mother but I would never give it up for anything because it is the most rewarding calling I've ever had. I love my kids just as much as those parents who lost a child loves theirs. I know that my sorrow from "What if's" and things does not even compare to the heartbreak they are feeling.

This is one of the many trials that I'm not sure I could live through... But I hope these people will continually turn to their Heaven Father for comfort. He loves us so much. I'm so grateful of the knowledge I have of eternal families. It must help heal knowing you will see your children and be together with them again one day. I'm so grateful for my family. My kids. My husband. I'll be forever thankful that I get to have my family for an eternity if I only live faithfully. It's tragedies like these that help you realize what's important in life. 

Heaven as a few more sweet spirits back and I'm sure they were greeted with hugs, love and tears. My only hope is that the families left behind find some comfort soon.    

 twas' 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38

when 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven's gate.

their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air.

they could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there.

they were filled with such joy, they didn't know what to say.

they remembered nothing of what had happened earlier that day.

"where are we?" asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse.

"this is heaven." declared a small boy. "we're spending Christmas at God's house."

when what to their wondering eyes did appear,

but Jesus, their savior, the children gathered near.

He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same.

then He opened His arms and He called them by name.

and in that moment was joy, that only heaven can bring

those children all flew into the arms of their King

and as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace,

one small girl turned and looked at Jesus' face.

and as if He could read all the questions she had

He gently whispered to her, "I'll take care of mom and dad."

then He looked down on earth, the world far below

He saw all of the hurt, the sorrow, and woe

then He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand,

"Let My power and presence re-enter this land!"

"may this country be delivered from the hands of fools"

"I'm taking back my nation. I'm taking back my schools!"

then He and the children stood up without a sound.

"come now my children, let me show you around."

excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran.

all displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can.

and i heard Him proclaim as He walked out of sight,

"in the midst of this darkness, I AM STILL THE LIGHT."

Written by Cameo Smith, Mt. Wolf, PA