Day 3: Okay, there are actually a whole bunch of other motherly emotions!

I need to go to my interview at the elementary school in just a moment---Eastridge, Home of the Raptors! I also want to run to Saver's quickly and see if they have a cute skirt I can wear instead of these pants.  But in the mean time I've been paying bills, making calls, and crying about the latest school shooting that happened yesterday, but I just found out about today before taking the boys to school.  It is so sad, and so preventable, and feels like this huge mountain of senseless violence piling up on our nation---and the world. But then, it's saddest when you bring it down to the level of the school.  It was one classroom.  19 students, and 2 teachers all shot and killed.  A fourth-grade classroom.  And each of those students was looking forward to summer in just two more days.  And each family is now facing a depth of loss and sorrow and tragedy that I can't even approach from a distance without crying and messing up my make-up again and again.  I need to go, but I don't want to do anything except keep my kids close, and get rid of our nation's weapons.  I just need to see James.  He is in 5th grade, but his class is 4th and 5th graders.  And there are plenty of gun-owners out in Slaterville.  And plenty of anger and sadness to go around these days. The shooter was a high-school senior who went to school nearby.  So sad for him and his family too.  He was shot by police.  I would do all I could to stop him.  I would run up to him and tackle him down.  I would do all I could to stop him from ending the life of one more child.  What can I do today? I can go interview for my job.  I can take my kids to the dentist.  I can help Peter finish his history paper that's due tomorrow.  I can pray a lot.  I can stop being frustrated and sad and I can take action.  I can allow perfect love---Christ's perfect love to cast out all fear.  I can keep my covenants.  Those are some things I can do. 

And I can wear my brown shoes, because Peter said they look better with my outfit--even though I was sure he would choose red--his favorite color.  

And I can go to the grocery store and buy bread and milk and cottage cheese, and deodorant and conditioner, and protein shakes, and protein bars, and I can stop eating chocolate frosting spread thick on graham crackers!