Tragedy and faith

Friday was such a pivitol day in our nation that I have been trying very hard what to figure out what to write about. I feel so selfish writing about our trivial trials right now. 20 Children didn't come home that night. 20 parents who sent their child to a trusted institution only to never see them again. When I read the headline that day I cried. I cried for selfish reasons. I cried because I wanted to run and jerk my children out of school and never let them go again. I cried for the parents of these children too... I cried for those innocent, scared , little babies whos last memory on this Earth was facing a mad man with a gun. We ask ourselves why... who do we blame? We cannot blame EVERYTHING on any one thing in this case. All I have heard since the beginning of this is Why would this boy do this. The thing is... does the answer to Why make it any better? Does the answer to why bring these children back? We want someone, something, a disorder, a parent, God... whatever we can come up with to BLAME. Will blame make it any easier though? No. Not really. I saw a sign today... it was a sign I PERSONALLY needed to see. Do not mistake what I am about to say as telling people to get over it, get over their grief... I AM NOT SAYING THAT AT ALL! I saw a sign today that was INTENDED for me. The sign said "you cannot begin your next chapter if you keep re-reading the past one". I needed that sign today. I should have bought it and put it on my night stand so I could read it every night and wake up to it every morning. It is true though. I can't fix yesterday... I can only work on me and what I can do here...right now... what God has placed before me in this moment.