small

This is the sanctuary my family worshipped in on Sunday morning

Where my son graduated from pre-school last Thursday evening

Where my kids stood on stage for Christmas programs

This is the place that has helped our kids to attend school 

during this unsettling last six months our lives.

Our church home

My sweet babies' school

a place where we seek solace on Sunday morning

a place that welcomed us with open arms when we moved back

where we saw so many smiling faces pass us by in the halls

Now the halls are open air

church family is unaccounted for

My son wants to know where "C" is who he knows lives three houses from the school where, as far as we know, is leveled

Last night, as we watched Strawberry Shortcake and 

played with Em's new birthday toys in the basement

We had no idea that the world outside our window was forever changing

This will be the "where were you?" moment for the rest of my life as well and my children's lives.

But lives we have to continue, stories we have to tell.

Not all are so blessed.

We already know a few that left this life yesterday

and many who lost everything

And tonight I feel so helpless

so small

but I am reminded 

that even though I feel small

as long as I am doing something, even if it is small

all can get through this.

I am reminded of this by my "smalls"

Wanting to donate his favorite legos to a friend's son

asking "Is one set enough?" concerned for him to only have one toy.

And my girl asking if he has sisters that need toys, offering a basket of toys {including a few from her birthday party yesterday}

And my sweet boy with the biggest heart showing Dad-o that he knows how to help rebuild, illustrating by ripping up a package from a toy and taping it back together.

So we will follow our small's lead

and we will do small things for all we can.

We are praying for all tonight

God be with you and yours.