Home Cooked Thoughts

I have this recurring problem on Sunday mornings . . . I read the news.  I’m sure it comes to no one’s surprise that the news can be upsetting, depressing, and ultimately make you think about the uglier sides of this life.  Today was no different and I feel compelled to share my feelings.

There is too much loss of life.  Needless loss of life.  And the predominant loss is children.  As the last day of school arrived three families are being forced to bury their children because of a car accident.  There are forty chlidren (and counting) in Mexico who were killed in a day care fire . . . one parent actually drove through a wall of the building in attempt to save some of the children.  And there was a infant who God decided would be better off in heaven after the child had been maliciously taken from his dead mother (who had been killed).

I can’t wrap my head around these atrocities.  Ever since Ben was born I have been haunted with images of him being injured.  When I first was married I had similar thoughts about David, but they lessened (they continue, but not as often).  Ben has been here for six months and my fears only get worse.  After hearing about the accident with the high school students this weekend I immediately thought of my own parents when I was in high school.  They insisted we weren’t allowed to ride in other student’s vehicles.  At the time I thought they were being so unreasonable . . . of course I now know differently.

My only choice at this point is my faith.  I have faith that David and I will do our best to teach Ben how to live safely.  I have faith that all of the children who left this world this weekend are with Jesus right now.  And I pray that all of the parents are given the strength to cope with their loss.  My heart goes out to all of them.