The Monday After Sandy Hook… In Which We Confront our Fear and Refuse to Let Evil Win.

A blue backpack has taunted me all weekend. “How are you going to send him out into this kind of world? What IF….”  The backpack stops from this:short.  Even an inanimate object doesn’t want to voice the fear we all feel.

My brain battles back… “What are the chances? Our school is safe. I have to trust God….”  But, still. tonight, I’ll pick up that backpack and do what moms all over America are doing. I’ll check homework. I’ll pack a lunch. I’ll sign notes and layout tomorrow’s clothes. Only, tonight, instead of a soundtrack of mental to do list review and complaints about smelly lunch leftovers in a lunch box, there will be a cacophony of fear:

  • “Maybe I should homeschool.” (Again. I’ve already been there.) 
  • “Are there flak jackets that fit under uniform shirts?” (I’m afraid to google this. If child sized flak jackets exist… well.. it just makes me sad.- Sadder. Which is hard to imagine.)
  • “Can a backpack be retro-fit with kevlar? Are there bulletproof backpacks? Should I talk to my kid about what to do…. IF?”

If I were a bazillionaire- I’d be tempted to buy an island and build a compound where my family and loved ones would be safe from sick or evil people. I’d put a bubble over it to protect us from chemical and biological warfare. I’d filter our air- and be sure to have a sustainable agriculture model that would feed us healthy, chemical free foods. I’d make sure we are UV protected. I’d have internet filters that would keep inappropriate content from ever being visible. (I can’t imagine surviving without the internet at this point…) I’d stockpile:  food, medicine, books and yarn. (We all have our vices.Oh and probably have weapons.. but as you can tell, i’m more about comfort than weaponry.) We could probably survive a zombie apocalypse, but, I’m not sure we could survive each other. I’ve been with these people on car trips.

We’d probably die of suffocation. Emotional or otherwise. Which- would make me a mass murderer, wouldn’t it?

It’s probably good that I’m not a bazillionaire.

Since I’m not, and honestly- even if I  were- I’m not sure I want to be locked away on a secluded island with even just my own brand of crazy….What DO I do next? What do I do Monday morning? After 20 children and their teachers were killed…. in their classroom? And a mother was killed in her home. And a broken, sick, messed up 20 year old killed himself?

Parent’s everywhere have experienced yet another paradigm shift. What once felt safe…. feels unsafe. What once was unthinkable, is more than real. I’ve spent the weekend trying not to think about it. I turn off the news after brief updates. My husband put up the Christmas lights. I did laundry and knit gifts and ordered other gifts.

But now- it’s Sunday, and the blue backpack beckons. The clock is ticking. Monday is coming. So is: carpool and pickup and leaving my child all day in the care of others….

Out of my control. (As if I have control here… but that’s another article, altogether…)

What next?

There’s only one answer….. I will pack the lunch. I will check the homework. I will pack the taunting bag and make sure he doesn’t forget it. I will layout the school clothes. I will wave goodbye as he carpools. I will be there to pick him up. I will do the next thing. Because that’s what moms do. To do anything else would be to let sickness and evil win.

I will be nervous. You may be too. I will have fleeting thoughts of island oasis’ and stockpiles that would make a “prepper” look like a sadly outfitted overnight camper.

I will pray. I will trust.

I will pray that God will protect…… I know He does… but I will also pray that God will be present – even here. Regardless of the circumstance. As he was- in Sandy Hook. In the heroic acts of teachers- and first responders, and the invisible loving arms that welcomed little ones too soon, into eternity. After a year of facing several surgeries, and cancer and financial struggles and all the rest of life we’ve experienced…- I know this for sure: Awful things happen- But- he is near. Even here.

Friday- I chose love. Today? I choose trust. In my fear. Trust that no matter what happens Monday- God will get us through- as he will those so hurt on Friday and everyday.  To choose to withdraw and to try and seclude ourselves into safety… would only be letting evil win.

Which is all grand to say… but that backpack. It still taunts. I am still afraid. The world is not safe. I want to choose trust… but how do I manage the emotion?

What works for me:

  • Honesty. I will talk about how I feel. Even though I’d rather avoid it.
  • Connection. I will listen to the fears of others. I will find solace in not being alone.
  • Compassionate Action. I will do something to help others. I need to remember that this isn’t about ME. Nor, is life.
  • Prayer for me. I can’t change my emotions…. but God can, and He can help us get through anything- even a normal Monday shadowed by fear- which is what most of us will experience tomorrow.
  • Prayer for the grieving. I don’t have words- but I can weep with those who weep- and pray that God will be present in their pain.

So- let’s start now…. together. Pray with me?

Dear Jesus-  I come to you with a weary, fear  and grief burdened heart. I come to you with a backpack taunting me…. how can I send my child out into a world that is so dangerous? A world so full of all the things that cause tragedies like the Sandy Hook shooting? How can I trust …  when I know that death, murder, sickness, abuse  and accidents all happen? I trust by remembering your presence in other pain. I remember your tender care at the cancer center. In hospital rooms. In funeral parlors. I remember your love in the darkest pains of my life and how you [eventually] bring light into the darkness. remembering helps me trust. I love you Lord- and ask you to be near the broken hearted. I ask you to be with every parent fearful as they pack backpacks for Monday. I ask you to be present as we face fear and choose trust. Lord- I know that in the end- sickness and evil will not win….let the defeat begin in me. In Jesus name- amen.

Moms, dad’s how are you feeling? How are your kids feeling? What works for you?

And… if you happen to be a bazillionaire… do you have any room for a nice family of five in your compound? (Just saying…… still feels like an option….) If you’re new to my site- and are wondering why the nest pic? Enter  “Even here” into my search bar…. you’ll find the stories of how God has shown himself  in nests….

**note: I use the term evil — not as a moral judgment- but to represent all that can break people and create fear and acts like SandyHook… – abuse, mental illness, sin, evil…

13 thoughts on “The Monday After Sandy Hook… In Which We Confront our Fear and Refuse to Let Evil Win.

  1. Alison says:

    Thank you for your honesty and putting words to what so many of us are bracing ourselves for tomorrow.

  2. Lisa says:

    I agree, thank you so much for putting my thoughts into words, I don’t want to send either of my children off to school tomorrow, but I will pray over both my high school student, and my elementary school student, and like you, chose to trust in God. It’s all we can do.

  3. Michelle says:

    Thank you for writing this. Perfect.

  4. Kim Ross says:

    Thank you so much for this……Amazing

  5. heather araya says:

    Thank you for this prayer. I prayed it and changed parts to make it my own prayer. I shared it on my fb wall. You have encouraged others and me with your words. As i look at my sleeping daughter, I am fearful because I know how precious her life is. But I do trust Him in all things. I know He is the Light, and darkness will not overcome it.

  6. Wonderful insight and meaningful dialog. Thank you

  7. http://www.facebook.com/MomsKare
    Thank you for sharing. Please see my link above. I’m trying to get care packages sent out to the Moms of the students who lost their lives at Sandy Hook.
    Let’s shower these Moms with love!!!

  8. korina says:

    Thankyou for this it really hit home I prayed your prayer and I don’t feel as fearfull however tomorrow I know I will have to pray it over and over until I pick my little kindergartener up from school and know he is with me! God bless all of you

  9. Jo Reck says:

    How absolutely beautiful and written straight from the heart of a mother. I facillitate a grief support group, “The Compassionate Friends”, here in Minnesota. It is a group specifically for parents who have lost a child(ren). I felt every word you wrote and I agree…if we don’t have faith…accompanied with a huge dose of HOPE, we have lost ourselves in the grief and evil has won. God is good, and you can be assured he was the first one who cried when those beautiful little angels were gunned down on Friday morning. At this time, so very close to the horrific events of Newtown, this next statement is hard to comprehend, BUT….good WILL come from this tragedy in many shapes and forms. The first thing noticable will be community love, caring, and compassion. The very best of mankind will emerge in the midst of this sorrow and will be of utmost importance in weaving the torn threads of this community back together. All of those families directly involved will be so much more equipped to reach out to the next family that is hurting and need strength and understanding when they experience immense pain and loss. It will take a very long time for this healing journey to complete its course, but that is because grief is simply unfinished love, and which of us is ever ready to be finished loving our children? Again, thank you for your inspirational and deeply personal insights. I very much enjoy your writing and your style.

  10. Amy says:

    All I can say is THANK YOU.

  11. Kelly says:

    Your voice rings true, my dear. Your prayer shines light on what is true.

  12. Jenn says:

    Thank you so much for posting. I’ve been searching for days to find someone who feels like I do. While my boys are only in preschool, this event has me crying every single day for the what-ifs and hows. I started the #26Acts today and have found some solace in compassion for others. It is comforting to know though that I am not alone in my grief and worry and that I will not be alone as mothers come together with hope and love for a brighter future. Thank you.

    1. Jenn- praying for you. You are not alone.

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