When we put our children to bed each night do we have thoughts of them not being there in the morning? Do we worry about them being swept away from the love and safety of our arms? Do we sleep propped up against the wall, facing the door, armed?
Generally no. We trust and pray that when we kiss them goodnight, they will be there looking for more love in the morning. Sleep in their eyes as they wrap their pj clad arms and legs around us, asking for chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast.
I know the Jessica Lunsford case is in its final stages, but each time it is brought up in the news I cannot imagine the pain, the anguish, the horror of losing a child. Nevermind losing one as Mark Lunsford has at the hands of a neighbor. Someone who had watched her ride their bike, draw with chalk on the driveway, and walk to school. Someone who kidnapped, raped, and then buried his beloved daughter alive clutching a stuffed dolphin.
This sense of violence is beyond me. Children are our hope, and when we treat our children this way, there can be no hope in our future. Dear God, help us all.
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