An anniversary. A day marking the passing of time, a day to stop and reflect on the past. A day to remember.
As if they could ever forget.
As though they don’t hear phantom giggles echo down empty halls and see beds with covers untouched. These parents don’t need a day to remember what happened and how their entire world shattered, they are plodding through each moment, remembering.
Sometimes grace means we just keep breathing.
It’s so fleeting. We walk around, convinced of our own greatness and strive for things to complete us, stretch and grasp at any shred of happiness, and we just… miss it. And then 20 babies are met with evil within classrooms filled with crayon drawings and Dr. Seuess.
We gasp and mourn and wonder, does anything really matter?
Your names matter. You matter. Not because we said so, but because He did. Because there is One, THE One, who is shouting and whispering for our hearts and this, this is the end game. What we do with Him and how we answer these questions determines everything. We are convinced we have plenty of time to try out different answers to see if one makes sense to our minds.
So today, my heart aches. I’ll watch my own babies play and think about the parents who would give anything to have one more second. I’ll cry for them, and I will cry for those who just…miss it.
“Salvation that comes from trusting Christ — which is the message we preach — is already within easy reach. In fact, the Scriptures say, “The message is close at hand; it is on your lips and in your heart.” For if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For it is by believing in your heart that you are made right with God, and it is by confessing with your mouth that you are saved. As the Scriptures tell us, “Anyone who believes in him will not be disappointed.” -Romans 10:8-11