Falling Raindrops

Whenever Roo cries, and I am trying to tell her "don't cry", she always says, "But Mom, my raindrops aren't done falling down my cheeks yet." or "I still have lots of raindrops."

Well, I had lots of falling raindrops this evening, Roo.  I haven't cried at a news story since 9/11.  But tonight, I just lost it.  The horrible shootings of 20 innocent, beautiful children in Connecticut broke my heart.  Those poor mothers.  They sent their kids out the door, just like I send Cam and Roo out the door.  My babies came home today.  Why didn't theirs?  The Gospel provides intense, amazing peace during tragic times, BUT at the same time, sometimes the raindrops fall and fall and fall...  I'm just plain sad.

I am so grateful that I just finished reading the Book of Mormon at the fast pace that I did.  My faith is solid and unshaken right now, and as sad as I am, and as hard as this earthly life can get, hope and LIGHT has just been completely flooding and overpowering my mind for the past several weeks.  I'm so grateful.