Sometimes a nation’s sorrow is so deep, the pain so great that we are forced to put aside our own problems and pause to join the country’s chorus of grief.
In these times I am most reminded of blessings.
You see, I was on edge yesterday trying to juggle a story about the deadly Aurora, Colorado shooting and another piece about how the campaigns paused to grieve.
Our car was in the shop. I wasn’t sure how I’d get the kiddo from daycare before they closed.
My infertility test results came back. The results: not many eggs left in the carton. IVFs are unlikely to work.
Oh yeah, and I fell down the basement stairs this am and sprained my toe.
And all of these things pale in comparison to what happened early Friday morning when a heavily armed gunman reportedly burst into a predawn showing of Batman and sprayed the theater with a hail of bullets.
I think we all hugged our children a bit tighter when we learned that young kids, including a 4 month old baby, were among the shooting victims.
Thank God that baby and his family are okay.
And I also thank God for giving me my health, a husband and child to love, and the means to help take care of them.
As I watched my daughter run amok with her toys this afternoon–the benefit of having a temporarily sidelined mommy, I realized I have been truly blessed.
May life always be filled with such Grace.