I see the images. Kids walking single file. Hands grasping the shoulders in front of them.
I want to run to them, protect them, comfort them in their fear. Tell them they are safe, they are loved in the middle of this horrific and seemingly God-forsaken world.
I fell. I fell hard.
A few days ago my husband and I were out doing errands. We had just finished a long-overdue lunch with our dearest friends. We dropped by the mall to pick up a few items. With my flat white latte in hand, we were finally done. We found our way to the parking lot, ready to head home. As I approached the car to get in, my ankle twisted in my cute new wedge sandals, and I came tumbling down. Down. Continue reading