I've had an inadvertent blog hiatus these past few weeks. December is a busy time, huh? And it's more than that - I've been knocked out with a horrible cold this past week (missed several days of work and barely moved off the couch since Monday).
I feel like there's so much I want to blog about, and I'd be remiss if I didn't start with Sandy Hook. Last Friday was a hard day for us as a nation, all of us who watched with tears in our eyes... and that pain doesn't even light a candle to the pain of the victims and survivors. That kind of evil... there are no words. I have nothing meaningful to add to the conversation, but it's been on my mind a lot the past week. 27 souls snuffed out.
Sometimes the world looks scary and dark and evil... but there is so much good, too. A friend posted this article on Facebook this week, and it's powerful and worth your three minutes. The story of the New York Police Officer who bought shoes for a homeless man on a cold winter night. The person who in post-Sandy NY had power and stuck a power adapter in front of their house with a sign urging people to charge their phones. A boyfriend and girlfriend as dedicated to each other as ever despite the injuries he suffered in Iraq.
A girl I went to college with lost her mom last year, on December 21st, just days before Christmas (and just months before she got married). She posted last night that she went to the Bingo table with her now-husband on her mom's death anniversary, as it was something that her mom loved doing... and won the $500 jackpot on the last game of the night.
I don't know what that means. I don't know if it's God or "God-winks". Some would say it's luck or coincidence. But I like to believe that in the dark times or in the joy, that there is something bigger than us. And whether we believe in that or not, there is a lot of good that we can do.