Reflection

Growing up, I thought rain was the heavens crying. Today as I look outside to our 8+ inches of snow I know the heavens have heavy hearts. They cry for the families still here on earth, and they cry out in love for those who are welcomed back. Those who were taken from this world too soon are happy and healthy. They know no pain. They are receiving love from those who have waited so long to meet them. They are in a warm and safe place with our Heavenly Father. If those people can't be here with those they love then what better place than with our savior?

I'm sorry to the mothers who did not get to tuck their children into bed last night. I'm sorry to those who felt fear and pain. I'm sorry to those who will have to live with the memory of this day.

I cannot imagine what went on in that school or in the hearts of the parents waiting to hear about their child.

I am so sorry. I pray you find peace.