Sunday, December 23, 2012

Merry Christmas!

From our family to yours.We wish you a very Merry Christmas. I hope it is filled with so much joy and happiness.

Cathy

Monday, December 17, 2012

No words

I have no words to describe the hurt and pain. All I can do is pray. As I pray I cry.




I found this poem on the Sandy Hook facebook page. I wish I knew who wrote it. I don't. I do however feel that the words are so  profound. I felt led to share them.

May the peace of God be with the families of all the children that were taken to soon and for the staff that were killed while trying so hard to protect them.




Twas' 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38 when 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven's gate.

Their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air. They could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there.

They were filled with such joy; they didn't know what to say. They remembered nothing of what had happened earlier that day.

“Where are we?" asked a little girl, as quiet as a m

ouse. “This is heaven" declared a small boy. "We’re spending Christmas at God's house”.

When what to their wondering eyes did appear, but Jesus, their savior, the children gathered near.

He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same. Then He opened His arms and He called them by name.

And in that moment was joy, that only heaven can bring

Those children all flew into the arms of their King and as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace, one small girl turned and looked at Jesus' face.

And as if He could read all the questions she had He gently whispered to her, "I'll take care of mom and dad.

“Then He looked down on earth, the world far below
He saw all of the hurt, the sorrow, and woe,

Then He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand, “Let My power and presence re-enter this land!

“May this country be delivered from the hands of fools” “I’m taking back my nation.
I'm taking back my schools!"

“Then He and the children stood up without a sound. “Come now my children let me show you around."

Excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran. All displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can.

And I heard Him proclaim as He walked out of sight, “in the midst of this darkness,” I AM STILL THE LIGHT."