I woke up with a pit in my stomach Saturday morning.  That pit let me know that it was true. It did happen and yes, I still felt sick to my stomach. I didn’t want to get out of bed. I thought about all the things I still had to do for Christmas and they seemed so trivial and insignificant.
Then I felt guilty, because so many are suffering as their loved ones won’t be home for Christmas.
In light of this tragedy the song. “I’ll be Home for Christmas” has taken on a new meaning for me.  As a Christian, I believe that this is not our home. Our home is with Jesus and he sits at the right hand of the Father.  Every moment is one step closer to eternal life in heaven with Him. Heaven is our home.
I pictured Jesus welcoming, embracing and rejoicing with his 20 new little angels. I started to smile.  It gave me some comfort and peace. It is the only thing that could in these dark days of mourning. 
I have worked with children my whole life, so it was especially hard for me to see pictures of those gorgeous little children on TV last night. I thought of what a 6 or 7 year old would say to their Mom and Dad. What message would they want to hear.