Tonight as I tucked my small boys into bed my mind wandered to those broken parents in Connecticut.
Again.
I prayed for God to carry them, these sickening relentless days. I have no words of comfort. Nothing to offer.
When Matthew passed away my mother said it was the worst day of her life, nothing more wretched could happen. My own mother heart knows that's true.
There is no sense to make of this, no corner to round that makes it bearable. I can't help but ache for all of you who have lost your babies. I hold you in my prayers. May you find your way through this.
