Not Even Sure

Lucy, hiding behind a tree watching for squirrels.

My heart is broken for the families in Newtown, CT., where 26 people were brutally gunned down. I'm sure you all know already, but 20 of those were kids... kindergartners no older than 7. I've prayed and prayed. I've cried and cried. I don't know what else to do.

I keep trying to think of other things but my heart is hurting for those families. I remembered this quote & thought I'd share:

"Wounds of the spirit... are most gently soothed and made whole by the passing years. Under the old scars flows again the calm, healthful tide of life.... Under a great loss the heart impetuously cries that it can never be happy again, and perhaps in its desperation says that it wishes never to be comforted. But though angels do not fly down to open the grave and restore the lost, the days and months come as angels with healing in their wings. Under their touch aching regret passes into tender memory; into hands that were empty new joys are softly pressed; and the heart that was like the trees stripped of its leaves and beaten by winter's tempests is clothed again with the green of spring." ~George S. Merriam

God be with them.

The bright spot in my day, and there was ONE, was that I took a doghouse to the people who didn't have one for their dog. Turns out it was a disabled lady. She happily accepted my gift. The dog climbed right on in his new house, full of warm cedar and seemed truly happy. Yes, he did. :) Made me happy. 

That happiness was quickly dashed when the lady pointed out her neighbor's dog, which was emaciated, on a logging chain with about a foot of room to move. I'll let you guess what kind of dog.

Did you guess Pit Bull? If so, you're correct.

I'm going to rescue him. No ifs, ands, or buts.

The human race as a whole...God forgive me, but I struggle with loving my fellow man. :(