I pull into the elementary school parking lot to drop my daughter off this morning, and immediately, the tears flow.
Just another school week? Just another day of kindergarten?
No, today is different.
Today, police cars dot the perimeter of my daughter’s school.
Men in uniform stand at the doors.
They offer comfort.
Attempt to instill an extra sense of security.
Give worried parents a little peace of mind.
But all the more, I weep.
I think to myself: Yes, my tears, just a shadow of the tears wept by my Savior. Broken over the evil in the world. Readying Himself to come again, to usher in His Kingdom with no tears, no pain, no evil.
I park the van and climb over the seats to my sweet little kindergartener. I wrap my arms around her, all bundled in her puffy pink polka-dot coat. I try to keep my tears quiet, but it’s no use.
My little gift, she is. She is beautiful. She is with me in this moment.
I cover her with my arms and then with my words; prayers pour out over her, pleas for Heavenly hosts to surround this child, this school, our home. For the God of Heaven to cover her with His feathers and command His angels concerning her. For His safety, protection, and provision, even though I know, He does not promise protection in this world. But for “an inheritance that can never perish, spoil, or fade- kept in heaven for you,” we are grateful.
Today, we remember that twenty parents in Newtown, Connecticut will not send their child to school this morning.
Or this week.
Or ever again.
No more birthday parties. No more tickle fights. No more soccer games or dance recitals or art classes. There will be no high school graduation. No walking down the aisle. No celebrating dreams fulfilled, marriages, grandchildren.
For these ones, today, we pray:
Now to the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only God, be honor and glory for ever and ever. Amen.
[1 Timothy 1:17]
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