Pray for Boston

I wrote this yesterday as it was happening; it was the only thing I felt I could do...

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My heart hurts. I'm literally watching the coverage with tears in my eyes and trying to make sense of something so unbelievable, something so horrific. 
I can't help but travel back to my 9th grade Algebra class and relive my 9/11 experience all over again. Although now, it hits a little closer to home. 
As a freshman in high school, I was oblivious to what was really going on. All I knew was that people were injured and killed at the World Trade Center (what's the World Trade Center?). I listened and watched but didn't think it directly affected me. Whatever it was, we were the USA and we would take care of it. 
Little did I know, did anyone know, that we would still be fighting a war over that day's events. That my husband, our friends, and thousands of other soldiers would still be fighting that war every single day. What's next? We can't go on an airplane, we can't go to the movie theater, and now we can't run marathons. 
When will enough be enough? 
Innocent lives were lost today and I can't help but wonder why. I know God has a plan for everyone and things happen for a reason, but you can't tell me that in moments like this we don't question why? Has the Devil slipped through the radar? Did he win a battle against God in this moment? 
They keep talking about security and how something like this could have been prevented but in all honesty, when did something like this need high security? 
A marathon. An event that people have been training for and preparing for and mentally and physically building their stamina for. Not an event they feared would end in explosions, injuries, and deaths. 
We can't do anything anymore without fear that something bad will happen. This is no way to live our lives but yet how can we not? How can we feel safe when so many things are not? 
I guess we'll never know. This isn't the first nor will it be the last, but how do we as a nation deal with something of this magnitude? How do we move on? How do we feel safe again? 
There's no answer. I'm still afraid to fly. I'm still afraid to sit in a movie theater. I'm still afraid to workout at the gym. And I'm still afraid to send my kid to school. I don't know why I started writing but in times like this, writing seems to be the only thing that makes sense. 
Tragedy brings us together; it unites us. It makes us thankful for what we have and makes us a little more appreciative of the life we live. It's sad to admit that, but it's true. Despite the bad in this world, there is so much good. 
When we're looking for an answer in times like this, that's what we do. We spread love. We do good. We count our blessings. We come together.  

Holding my baby a little tighter today...

Praying for those affected in Boston and for our nation as it heals from this horrific day. Something has to change. Something has to give."Check out this month's featured blog, Life According to Kenz"