Allison Wyatt’s sweet picture jumped off the page at me when I read about her.  My heart also felt especially moved to pray for her family.  Some of the messages from the families are so uplifting and hopeful.  Allison’s family seems more overwhelmed.  I became emotional when they described her as a budding artist who used their home as an art gallery and hung her artwork on the walls.  Evan does that in our house.  I, once again, was reminded of the joy a six-year-old can bring you in an instant.  They draw that beautiful picture of the two of you holding hands, hug you, or  kiss you.  Nothing makes the world seem more right then having your child in your lap.  I know Allison’s family is suffering immense loss.  As are all those who are helping these families, this school, and this community.  I am now half-way through the list of those killed on Dec 15.  The list is long.  The suffering will be long.  Psalm 31:9 is my prayer.  “Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am in distress; my eyes grow weak with sorrow, my soul and body with grief.”