The Morning God Wept

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On December 14th, 2012 at 9:30 am, a heavily armed man dressed in black infiltrated Sandy Hook Elementary School and without a word opened fire.Teachers locked their doors. Children were ordered to hide in corners, closets, and cupboards. A quick-thinking library clerk locked and barricaded 18 children in a storage room giving them crayons and paper to occupy their minds. A kindergarten teacher covered the windows and locked the doors to her classroom, and an effort to keep her students calm, she read them a story. The principal, the school psychologist and four teachers lost their lives trying to protect those of their young students.

Despite their best efforts, twenty 6 and 7 year old children lost their lives. The 400 that survived, aged 5-10 years old, are scarred with the memory of a nightmare and left brokenhearted  to mourn their siblings, cousins, and friends.

Although the shooting lasted only a few minutes, it’s effect will last a lifetime.

Children were led hand in hand, eyes closed, as they made their way through the aftermath of terror.

Frantic parents met the children at a nearby Firehall. The pain of looking for their child or children in the middle of such a tragedy would surely have been unimaginable. As would have been the grief of the parents who were forced to identify their children from photographs taken at the scene.

Obama echoed the voice of every parent when he said “we will hug our children a little tighter”. Unfortunately for some, this simple act could not be carried out that night.

On December 14th 2012, flags flew at half-staff and candlelight vigils were held nationwide. Newtown’s St. Rose of Lima Roman Catholic Church was filled to capacity with mourners and people trying to make sense of a gross injustice, people searching to grab hold of an ounce of hope in the midst of complete devastation.

On December 14th 2012, the nation wept as 20 little angels were sent back home into the arms God.

RIP Sandy Hook Elementary Victims, children and school staff

May God heal the hearts of the little one’s who survived and hold in his heart the families of those who did not.

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Unfortunately, I could not locate pictures of Madeleine Hsu, Allison Wyatt, Benjamin Wheeler, and Arielle Richman. May they rest in peace.

Is Your Love Real or Just An Imitation?

One of life’s greatest gifts is the gift of being in love.

With so many variations and imitations, how can we possibly know for sure if the love we have is real? Not all of us have had the pleasure of experiencing real love, though the vast majority have experienced the very real pain of heartache time and time again.

Love is described by many as being unpredictable, exciting and fun, filled with heart palpitations and sweaty palms. It’s often compared to an emotional rollercoaster. However, those lucky enough to have experienced real love describe it more like comfort, compromise, hard work and joy. And it is depicted more as an incredibly sacred space.

In my eyes, Love knows when you’re feeling less than your best. Love reminds you of your true essence when you have forgotten. Love will offer you a leg to stand on when you feel you don’t have one. Love is a partnership. Love is unquestionable trust. Love always wants to see you shine. Love is mutual respect and support. Love is your confidante. Love is selfless. Love is always open to compromise. Love keeps you strong, resilient and confident. Love sees your potential and will encourage you to unleash it. Love is the arms that are always open to take you into them. 

How is it that some of us find real love and some of us don’t? Is it Luck? Or is it simply that those who have found it, have had enough self-love and courage to walk away from an imitation leaving room for real love to enter into their lives?

How do you know if the Love you have is real? I suppose this question is only answered when you no longer find yourself asking the question.

❤ Embrace Your Awesomeness ❤

 It’s your turn! How do YOU distinguish between real love and imitation love? Does true love really exist or is it just a fairytale?


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