Tonight, our family spent the last bit of daylight in the cul-de-sac playing football. It was Jude and Jase against Morgan, me and Jack. (Poor Jude! He was a good sport about being so outmatched!) It was a beautiful night. The temperature was perfect, we were all having fun and not one fit was pitched. Life does not get any better than that!
We noticed, though, that we rarely see other families out doing the same kinds of things. It makes me sad that my kids don’t have ten or twenty friends to run around the neighborhood with playing hide and seek up and down front yards. My children don’t even think of that as a real possibility. The days of “Come in when the streetlights come on, honey!” is an era that has ended.
This morning there was a gunman on the UT campus. He fired several shots and then shot himself. He was a young kid, a good one by all accounts. It is sad and scary to think that it happened, and sadder and scarier that news like this is no longer very shocking. The biggest bite of burnt toast for me is to think of my children growing up and facing a world so upside down. I hope and pray that I am able to guide them through this world well, and that their hearts find their way to God.
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.
-John 14:27
