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Finding Peace



It's hard to see light with so much darkness! It's hard to find good in so much evil, yet time and time again we are forced to unearth the silver lining, the peace. Why? because our babies look to us as parents to explain and rationalize the acts of horror that they either directly or indirectly, have been forced to experience. Give it peace...make it ok...kiss the proverbial pain away.
Much like many parents, i am faced with this horrible dilemma and so much more horrifying because i've found myself here all too often in the recent years. "Mom why did that person decide to kill all those people he didn't know?" Am I safe? Mom, why did my really amazing Uncle with a heart of gold get shot in a drive by?" Am I safe? Mom, why did my that guy try to blow up the plane, should we really be traveling? Am I safe? Mom, mom, mom, I don't understand why someone would go into a school and...Unspeakable, Am I safe? I don't know why either son and you are safe with me.

What words can I give you son? I guess at this time we sit in thankfulness and the grace of God in our lives. We appreciate each minute, hour, day, month, year, lifetime for the lives we get to be blessed with knowing, loving and caring for. for those same lives that love and car so deeply for you and would do anything to protect you. You are loved. Let that give you peace. Help you feel safe.

For me, unlike so many this evening, I have my son at home in his bed fast asleep. He feels safe at home, in his neighborhood, at school, in his own skin. That is my peace.

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