A year ago today we experienced what too many parents have experienced over the last number of years. The panicked phone call of our daughter barricaded and hiding in her dorm room as an active shooter rampaged and killed indiscriminately on her campus.
The fear mixed with rage and love is something that I wish on no parent.
The beauty of a mobilized and loving community at home and at her campus is something that I hope everyone gets to experience in their lives at some point.
Out of tragedy an unspeakable grief and undeniable love are somehow intermingled.
Perhaps, this is truly what grace is.
A year later the wounds still bring easy tears and knots in throats. A year later the thankfulness of a daughter spared from an evil hand still overwhelms.