This post is about to be all over the map topic-wise. Are you ready?
I’ll start with the best part of my weekend, which was of course Dane coming home and us picking up right where we left off. He is truly my other half and I am so happy to have him home for the holidays.
I hope traveling for 20 hours didn’t make him tired or anything, because
a couple hours after the airport I took him to a Christmas party.
|Ladies you can do no wrong in leather pants and sparkle top. Just sayin’…|
|Surprise! My mom and I are actually twins.|
Be sure to follow along on Instagram to catch all of my holiday fun in real time.
Now I want to talk about something real. Something that I am having trouble putting into words and for a communications professional, that speaks volumes. There’s the type of sadness you feel when a close friend tells you she’s moving away, and there’s the type of grief you feel when a family member passes away–and then there’s the insurmountable sadness you feel when you turn on the news and realize 20 innocent children and 6 adults were killed without mercy by a sick, sad individual. And when that sadness is recognized, there’s the feeling of being so helpless and not knowing how you can help or where to turn. That feeling stopped me in my tracks and shook me to the core.
In honor of all of the victims of the Sandy Hook shooting, I will be participating in a blogger day of silence tomorrow–and I hope you’ll join me. It’s not much, and it certainly doesn’t come close to helping the agony those families must be dealing with, but in times like this, coming together and persevering is at the heart of every American.
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.
“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.