Dec 16

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Difficult Times

Like so many others, I have been deeply saddened by the events on Friday, 12/14/2012.  I realize that there was mental illness involved, I can’t help but think there was a little hell on earth that day in the shooter.  I cannot imagine the fear that must have been in that school, but also the heroism.  Like the story of the teacher who told her children to hold on to the person in front of them and close their eyes tight and not to open them until she told them they were out of the school safe.  God bless that teacher.  Or the principal whose quick thinking to flip on the intercom, alerting the school to the distress, probably saved lives. As the days progress, I’m sure there will be more and more stories of heroism.  For now, I’m sad.  Very sad, perhaps even irrationally sad, I don’t know.

As details continued to surface on Friday, I sat at my desk and wept openly, I couldn’t believe what I was reading and hearing.  CHILDREN…someone had shot CHILDREN. Innocent, tender, pure, little children.  Immediately, my thoughts turned to the 5 year olds I teach at church.  How could someone bear such violence to faces like that?

During church today my thoughts and prayers were for these families, that God would send my healing thoughts and prayers to help support everyone involved.  As I pondered these sweet children and adults, sent to a loving Father in Heaven far too soon, I had a vision (more of a thought).  In the Book of Mormon there is a passage of scripture where Christ is visiting the people of the Americas to teach them and guide them.  He asks the multitude for their children and blesses them.  It’s in the book of 3 Nephi:

20 And they arose from the earth, and he said unto them: Blessed are ye because of your faith. And now behold, my joy is full.

21 And when he had said these words, he wept, and the multitude bare record of it, and he took their little children, one by one, and blessed them, and prayed unto the Father for them.

22 And when he had done this he wept again;

23 And he spake unto the multitude, and said unto them: Behold your little ones.

This was my vision.  All of those tender spirits being welcomed home, all too soon, into the embrace of a loving Christ.  I imagine his sadness as he weeps and blesses each one of them and welcomes them home.  I know there is a plan, and I know these families will see their loved ones again.  Until then, we grieve their loss and bond together to heal.

My thoughts and prayers are ever with you.


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