I am really struggling with blogging since this shooting. I keep thinking of funny things to blog about, but it just seems wrong. I used to work in a theater when I was in high school, and I immediately thought about all the poor teenagers that were undoubtedly working that night.
I keep thinking about those poor people trapped in the dark unable to escape.
I keep thinking about the poor survivors and the long road ahead.
I keep thinking about the poor grieving families. Losing my dad was so hard, but we didn't lose him to the hands of another. How would you deal with that?
I keep thinking about the poor emergency personnel who had to go into a terrifying unknown. The men and women that bravely try to detonate this sick man's apartment.
In a few days, I will be able to blog about Katherine Jackson's apparent kidnap. But for now, I think about those affected and I think of this song by Steven Curtis Chapman after his daughter was killed.
This is not at all how
We thought it was supposed to be
We had so many plans for you
We had so many dreams
And now you've gone away
And left us with the memories of your smile
And nothing we can say
And nothing we can do
Can take away the pain
The pain of losing you, but ...
We can cry with hope
We can say goodbye with hope
'Cause we know our goodbye is not the end, oh no
And we can grieve with hope
'Cause we believe with hope
(There's a place by God's grace)
There's a place where we'll see your face again
We'll see your face again
And never have I known
Anything so hard to understand
And never have I questioned more
The wisdom of God's plan
But through the cloud of tears
I see the Father's smile and say well done
And I imagine you
Where you wanted most to be
Seeing all your dreams come true
'Cause now you're home
And now you're free, and ...
We have this hope as an anchor
'Cause we believe that everything
God promised us is true, so ...
So we can cry with hope
And say goodbye with hope
We wait with hope
And we ache with hope
We hold on with hope
We let go with hope