It’s been a long day. And it started funny.
Last night, I was laying in “my bed” (the futon in the living room of my parent’s house) watching “Phineas & Ferb on my iPad. I’m sharing the floor with my puppy Rigsby, my hamster Reggie, and last night only (I pray)…someone else. Buster.
I had been hearing a noise for quite some time and assuming it was my hamster but I finally decided that it wasn’t. So I sat up and watched the room closely. That’s when I saw him. Buster. Buster is a flying squirrel. Buster was in my house ALL night. At one point…Buster was even in my bed. I hate Buster. I slept in the bathroom floor last night to avoid Buster.
But then…the day quit being funny.
My mom and I had to go to the doctor (everyone’s fine!) and we stopped for lunch on our way home. We stopped at McDonald’s and I went back to the restroom and passed a television. The shooting had just happened. “Shooting” and “Elementary” are two words I never dreamed I would see together. But now I have. And it wasn’t in my dreams…it was in a nightmare.
I was devastated. I’m trying to deal/cope/live with several things right now and this made all of them intensely more difficult. I was talking with my mom and crying and she said something to me. She said to me, “Maggie, you don’t have a cure for everyone who has ever suffered…”. She said more…but I didn’t hear it.
The music faded. My mother’s voice faded. My pain faded. And somewhere in the back of my mind I heard a still small voice reply:
“Yes you do. Jesus.”
I don’t know your specific question. I don’t know your answer. But I know what you can use to help pain relief.
Come and heal our hearts.
Come and heal our children.
Come and give Connecticut,
a Silent Night.