It's been a weekend. A great weekend for Tate. A long, emotional weekend for me. It's been 3 days since the events unfolded in Newtown. I spent Friday in tears.
I can't speak of it. I can't write of it. I can't hear of it.
That seems childish and immature when they are people living it, but that's where I am right now.
Though I can say this. Because I know this.
God is with those families right now. God was and still is with all those lost on Friday. He held those babies in His arms when they were scared and crying; all of them. And by babies I mean every single person in that school. For we are all God's babies.
And I held my baby in my arms all night Friday night. And Saturday night. I had to force myself to let him sleep on his own last night, but I'll be sleeping with him beside me tonight.
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