I am often aware when I kiss my children's heads at night that the act of my lips touching their hair is more than a gesture between parent and child, it is a prayer...a word of thanks and awe to the divine.
Today many of us have been glued to the television or internet following word of too many lives cut too short in Connecticut. We have watched the tears of our president, we have anticipated updates from our newscasters, we have cried at the reality of others' pain. And all of us have been imaging the horror of such an experience being visited upon our families, our communities, our children, our grandchildren.
We have hugged our children a little tighter.
We have been a little gentler and a little more patient with them.
And our kisses today have truly become our prayers...
As we have given thanks for the lives of these wondrous little ones among us...
As we have sat in awe of the love that bursts from our hearts at the mere mention of them...
As we have wondered how we would survive the loss of one of them...
As we have asked God to help we humans become more human...
As we have asked God to offer protection...
As we have said thank you for God's presence and love even when we don't understand.
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