{Prayers for Boston} Too close to home

I'm not even really sure how I want to start this. I attempted yesterday, but the words didn't come out right. Monday {Patriots Day} was a really scary day. A very surreal day that felt like it should be in the movies. Senseless acts of evil seem to be creeping up around us more frequently lately. Bigger and extreme and shoved in our faces.

I usually don't watch the news too much. In fact I try very hard to avoid it at all costs. Not because I don't want to know what's going on in the world. Because I can't bare to have the the horrible things in my head, and my heart. I'm very empathetic, and when I hear, or  read. Or when I'm around such things as this I'm consumed by it all. I go into a dark hole of depression and sadness that can last for days. So I try to keep a safe distance.

This time it was placed right at my front door.

It was a normal work day and the husband had to get up super early because he and another soldier {co-worker} from their recruiting office were helping in the Boston Marathon. I get on Facebook and noticed that my husband's cousin posted about her brother running in the marathon.
I thought {and posted} "Oh cool, Evan's there today too". She later posts that he finished and all was good. I hadn't heard from Evan yet besides a few random texts. I assumed he was there for the whole thing. I later see another friend post on Facebook about an explosion at the marathon. Of course it doesn't click in my head and I assume fireworks for some reason, or something very minimal.

Then Evan calls! They were driving OUT of Boston after dropping someone off.

"Hey, I guess there was explosions at the race. Turn on the news."

I turned it on and saw the horror that was unfolding. You just don't realize how big things are until you are seeing it with your own eyes. I called our cousin to make sure her brother was okay and he was. I was glued to the television, like I'm sure everyone else was.

Thank GOD Evan got home later that night and we hugged for a long time. It was just too close! I'm so thankful GOD pulled him out of there when he did. Like he always does. I expect these types of things to happen when he deploys, but we are supposed to be safer here right?

I think everyone was effected from this tragedy in many different ways. We've been praying non stop for these families, for comfort, for healing.

Last night Riley prayed all by herself:

"I pray that the good guys catch the bad guys. And pray for Boston, and the people"

We may not understand why this happened. Or understand any of it, but we can trust that God will comfort us, and heal us and show us the way. 

Prov. 3:5-6: Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight (NIV).



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