I didn't even know the family; my heart still breaks for them. At a local school (in Mercer, 15 minutes away) an 8 y/o girl just passed away. She choked on a hotdog at lunch.
Words fail me.
There will be trite comforts offered; I know people mean well, but silence would be better. There will be questions of why "XXXX" wasn't tried; I know these folks wish it would have turned out different. I hope there isn't a knee jerk program or policy to try to fix this "crisis". It's a tragedy, not really a crisis needeing a teacher sitting beside every student to watch them eat.
I have no words of comfort. I have a hollow spot that prays from fear "please God don't let that happen to us". I feel guilty, and then hug my children. I feel fear and let them go out into the world trying not to be paralyzed by fear.
I'm a fanatical Andrew Peterson fan, bear with me as I share his music.
when I have more questions than answers:
when I am reminded of the brokenness of the world:
when I wallow in it to the point of being swallowed by it:
finally - my ache for it to be fixed in one sweeping motion of love: