I’m Determined to Make You Smile

And in so doing, make myself smile.

We’ve been a little too immersed in the Connecticut tragedy. It’s like we’re airplane copilots that need to pull up hard, but can’t seem to muster the strength.

The fact is that it feels a little like that game ‘Breakout’ or whatever. Where the ball keeps chipping away at the bricks and then all of the sudden busts through and starts wreaking havoc on the bricks all over the place.

Here, the ball is stressful and sad and confounding situations. The bricks are the general level of comfort that most of us suburban Americans live in.

The movie theater tragedy and then the mall shooter in Oregon and then this thing in Connecticut are bad enough. But pair those types of things with family stress, my dad’s bout with cancer, and financial issues and the little ball busts through the bricks pretty good and runs rampant.

I know, boy do I know, that we have it SO good. What I’m realizing is that our little security with all of our Targets and Wal-Marts and Starbucks and whatnot can’t ultimately shield us. If bad stuff is going to happen, it’s going to happen.

When it does, I’m committed to walking through it with you. And I’m also committed to finding little bits of fun when we can. Being a sourpus won’t help, right?

I love you and tonight, my goal is to make you laugh or help you have a bit of peace.

Because You Called Me Crying…

I won’t pile on to the mass chatter about the situation in Connecticut.

But you called me crying. You called me wanting to take our family into our house and huddle up and do nothing but eat pizza and watch Clifford or Curious George or anything.

I feel like my face is twisted permanently into a near-cry. I don’t know anybody directly affected, but I do know that our daughter is five. And our boys are four.

And sometimes it seems, despite the fact that they can drive us crazy on occasion, they are the few people we run into who are so unabashedly excited about life.

And to see so many of those little hearts lost at the hands of an angry or disturbed or sad or something else person is heart-breaking.

I don’t want to crawl into his brain and figure out why. The thought scares me. And it scares me that this comes on the heels of someone else who was angry or disturbed or sad opening fire at that mall in Oregon.

I pray that we never lose sight of how wonderfully and meticulously we were created. I know this might sound trite, but if we somehow can remember that we were created with purpose and with care, will it help?

I’m clueless, but I know tonight we will eat pizza, popcorn and maybe some M&Ms. I’ll be happy to hear our children complain about not having enough of this or that or arguing over the snow-flake throw blanket or yelling at us because they want us to sit next to them and not the other son or daughter.

I love you and am thankful for your soft heart. I’m thankful that we have another day together. And I’ll be thankful for each one.