Friday's massacre in Connecticut has affected us all greatly. I didn't know anyone involved, but like all of us, it's broken my heart into pieces. We spent the weekend being grateful, mourning, and praying. Praying without ceasing.
Our prayers were for the victims' families, the survivors and their families, the teachers and administrators, the employees, the first response teams, the churches, the government officials, the perpetrator's family, the community, and the reporters covering events.
My hugs for my own babies became prayers. I stared at them until they were uncomfortable, hugged them until they squealed, and touched them every time they came near.
Our prayers continue. We weep. We mourn those who were senselessly killed.
Things seem simultaneously trivial and significant. Pointless and important. Time wasted and time cherished.
My words -- they just seem so inadequate. So I will pray.