I am heartsick about the tragedy in Sutherland Springs, Texas yesterday. It comes on the heels of the Walmart shooting that was just a few miles from our home last week. When does it end?
At times like this, I have to be more determined than ever to look for God's hand in our world, as it keeps me hopeful that good will indeed prevail. Today I am grateful for the gift of touch.
Brooklynn and Bentley are staying with us for a couple of days! This morning, Emily and I were getting their coats on so she could take them to daycare. We zipped up their winter coats and Brooklynn pulled her fur-lined hood on, playfully peeking out at us. Bentley was all zipped up when I realized one arm never made it into his sleeve. He looked a bit puzzled. As Emily herded them out the door, these two precious little tots, all puffy in their winter coats, my eyes stung with tears. "Oh, Em, they're so beautiful," I said, and gave each a hug. I'm so grateful for the gift of touch, especially being able to sweep up these babies with their rosy, chubby cheeks and smothering them with kisses.