You can feel the edginess in the air today. We have all cried and prayed. Our hearts extended to the families affected by the horrible rampage on Friday morning. In the midst of what will prove to be a difficult week ahead we hold fast to hope, not the hope of wishing things will get better with time but the hope that is in the solid rock. People more eloquent than I have stated their feelings and thoughts by Twitter, blog, Facebook or actually famous enough to get air time. As I have been out and about in the normal routine of prairie living I've really stopped to look at kids 5, 6, and 7 years old to get a grasp of something my mind quite won't get around of how little, how young, how innocent most children are in the formidable stage of life, in first grade. They are on the cusp of still wanting to believe in Santa Claus, the tooth fairy and the Easter bunny, yet already finding on the field of sports or in the classroom that the good and talented children are treated differently than the rest of the pack. Mostly it is an exciting age because homework is being introduced in baby steps and that folders brought home to mom and dad hold a lot of promise. They aren't wearied by the enormity of grades, class standings, extra credit and the importance of getting into the college of their choice.
It is almost like we didn't want to talk of the obvious. Not that Friday didn't happen but that we are immersed in the deep sadness in the loss of these young children. We learned about the heroes who stopped the rampage and saved lives. "No greater love than a man or this case women who lay down their life for their friends."
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