On Tuesday, December 18th, there will be a blogger day of silence.
Many in the blogging world are raising awareness for The Newtown Youth and Family Services organization in
light of this tragedy. Here is the official description of their support service:
"Newtown Youth and Family
Services, Inc. is a licensed, non-profit, mental health clinic and youth
services bureau dedicated to helping children and families achieve their highest
potential. NYFS provides programs, services, activities, counseling, support
groups and education throughout the Greater Newtown
area. ANY DONATIONS MADE TO NEWTOWN YOUTH AND FAMILY
SERVICES WILL BE DONATED DIRECTLY TO THOSE EFFECTED BY THE SANDY HOOK ELEMENTARY
Please visit THIS PAGE if you are interested in making a donation.
Thoughts and Prayers Circle ever high
for the Community of Newtown and beyond.
May God's Holy Spirit fall gently
Covering the Hurting Hearts with Healing and Hope...
Dogs beat happy welcome tatoo against our legs, begging with wet noses and urgent whimpers -- so glad you are home...
Goats bleat hungry and Daisy Donkey brays hurry!
And in the midst of such happy...
Horror interupts in Breaking News
Small town, unspeakable violence...
Such Innocence, blond curls, shy smiles
Time stands still,
we are rooted to the horrifying images on the small screen.
Lives torn apart by unbearable tragedy.
Tears spill unheeded
as hearts break for families we do not even know.
But the grief, unimaginable...
How does a person bear it?
There is no answer for the empty arms, the mamas crying for their baby, the daddies longing to swing their little one up in the air one more time. The Christmas packages wrapped in ribbon and bows waiting to bring delight to a child who will never open them. The grandmama and grandpas who live too far away, hearing the news sobbed over the phone...there is no answer...
And yet, there is One who knows that kind of Grief..
"He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and well-acquainted with grief..."
He was there in the midst of that Horror with the trembling teachers who
faced Evil to protect the Innocent...
He was there in the closets
and in the corners
as precious children learned the taste of fear
but were Held safe...
He will be there with the
mothers and the fathers
the sisters and brothers
the families and friends
as they begin a Journey of Unbearable Grief...
He knows that kind of Grief.
He will bear it
He asks only that we let Him...
Taking our Soul-Sick Hearts to the very Throne of Grace this night.
Hearts still grieve and emptiness waits to be filled...
Moment to moment Grace gives Peace, and I know she would smile to see her family honoring her memory in a tight circle of Love, shouldering each sorrow together and growing stronger for the journey...
But how to walk through this 1st anniversary without her? We have silently debated, each of us wrestling with memories of that final day, not wanting to relive the pain, but unable to stop the flood of emotions, raw and sharp...
In quiet moments with Dad we've tread the unfamiliar ground, hesitant and timid...how would you like to honor this day, honor her memory, her life?
It will be a cruise...
As the days have drawn closer to this 1st anniversary, Dad's sense of rightness and calm have pervaded.
A cruise it will be...
He had no desire to stay at home, reliving those horrific, heart-tearing days. Rather, the place he wants to remember her is a place where they had found such delight and joy...on the sea, sun bright, wind caressing...
We leave today.
On Tuesday, December 4th, we will gather at the bow of the ship and in silence and with deep peace, we will allow our hearts to open to all the memories...
How I wish we could have just one more hour, one more minute together!