...an elementary school.
A 24-year old man came in and started shooting.
Kids.
And their teachers.
Some kids in other classrooms heard popping sounds from down the hall. Their teachers, terrified, started herding all of them into closets as fast as they could.
But they're still reporting that at least 26 people are dead. Over half of those were kids.
Parents started showing up, panicked, looking for their kids. They had to tell around 20 parents who showed up that their child was one of those shot. The same kid that had cheerfully waved goodbye and stepped onto the school bus that morning had been shot.
I mean, kids.
That makes me want to cry so much. To think that there are forces in this world that would drive a person to walk into an elementary school one morning and kill children and their teachers.
That makes me angry at that person. Seriously angry. It makes me glad that he's no longer living. I shouldn't feel like that.
That makes me scared for all those other kids. The ones hiding in the closets of their classrooms. The ones that then had to come out and maybe find their favorite teacher dead. Or their best friend.
They have to carry that now. What if the shooter just spawned a whole new generation of deranged sociopaths by his actions? How does that not mess you up from childhood?
I'm really sorry for this
This is why we need God. Because the problem of sin, of the world, is real.
I, for one, am going to say some serious prayers tonight. For those families and friends. For all people like that shooter out there. For all of us.
This stuff makes you scared to live, to stand for anything. But it also makes you glad you have the privilege.
Bless you, Abby.
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