This latest shooting--the innocent children gunned down--it's been like a punch to my stomach and I'm still not breathing normally. I'm not worried or condemning myself about not snapping back yet, you understand. Frankly, I'd be way more concerned about myself if I was all let's-just-move on-it's-been-five-whole-days-already.
I'm thinking God would be worried about me, too, if I felt that way. There is such a thing as feeling divine compassion for those in pain, after all.
No, I'm still healing. Still walking around the house in a fog, doing only what must be done, not even finishing mailing my Christmas cards, not caring about them anymore (I confess. Sorry.), and well, wishing Christmas was over already (but then, most years I just don't like doing Christmas the way the world does. I don't like doing anything the way the world does, actually.).
I know. I know.
And then I'm disappointed in my friends who truly believe that no changes in our gun laws need to happen. How they believe we should just return to the days of The Old West where people shot each other in the streets, in their homes, anyplace, anytime two enemies sneered at each other. How wild to hear my Christian friends at Facebook and in Real Life say, "Just let someone break into my home--I will shoot them dead!"
Oh wow, no hesitation, no thinking how they would feel after stopping a beating heart. Nothing, just a puffed-up, "I would be in the right and that's all that matters."
Gah. Stop the world.... Right about now I'm wanting to get off.
And well, at least in today's world we do have ways to get off, as in, we can unplug from technology. And right now, I'm thinking that sounds heavenly.
So if you don't see me here the next couple days, don't worry, ok? I'll be fine.
In time.
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"Carry one another's burdens; in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ." ... Galations 6:2
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace." ... Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace." ... Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
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4 comments:
Hugs to you Debra.
I struggle with the media EVERY December, and this one has truly been the worst.
I have a sleeping baby resting his head on my lap right now. THIS is how I'm celebrating Christmas this year.
Debra, I know exactly how you feel. Since Friday, I cannot get back into the Joy of Christmas, I do just wish it was over. I have been so worried that I had not got everyone the right gift or included everyones favorite food on my Christmas menu, now I feel as though none of that is important.
I think most thinking people today are upset. But too often we believe all the hogwash we are fed by the media too. People kill people...by various methods. I am not in favor of certain weapons. But taking them away won't stop what happened. A friend pointed out to us tonight that back in 1927 someone blew up a school and killed 44 people.
While in no way do I believe GOD caused this; HE did allow it. In my own life HE has interferred and stopped what was happening...the mack truck going 65 mph that hit my car door did not kill me...it should have. WHY HE does what HE does, or not, I do not understand. Whatever must come to pass in order for prophecy to come true, will come to pass. I do not think our human minds can begin to comprehend things from HIS view. That said, I feel very sad because I know how life now will change and NEVER EVER EVER be the same again...not ever for those people!!! It does not mean that life cannot ever be ok again, or even wonderful in ways, but the space in the heart those children held will never go away or be erased either. My brother was killed by a drunk driver...I could write the book on how things change!! But this world is temporary and we just need to focus on doing whatever we can each and every day, for others. Cheer them up and do them kindness. Let LOVE have the final say!!
I watched a few of the earlier prepper shows..yes I know!! :) I could not believe them saying how they have things planned so their stash is safe. One even had a thing at the door way to burn someone if they dared try to enter! What are they thinking!!! Do they think laws and morals will be different if something big happens to the world? On an even weirder thought..do they think no one will notice these people are dead? And how are they to get out of their door with a body there? sorry this is sounding to sick... People need to wake up and realize how sick they are sounding and thinking. I wish I hadn't watched these shows when these very extra weirdos were talking. I have just had to turn or rather tune out things recently and turn to family times for now. Prayer and examining myself etc. We all know the extremely unhappy news that is all over the place now and each of us has closer to home tragic things to bare now too I would imagine. We cannot shut out out loved ones now. We need them and they need us. That is all I can think of to comment on so late in the night! :) Sarah
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