I'm not sure why I felt sad today. Maybe it was reading the essay of the student who spent time under the rubble after the earthquake (and yes, he was rescued, but so many were not). Maybe it was my daughter talking about how little she remembers from the first half of last school year, and realizing that I, too, can hardly recall what happened in the first semester. We talked this morning in our staff meeting about interacting with parents, in preparation for upcoming parent/teacher conferences. It's hard to think about what some of these parents have been through this year. Maybe it was those reflections that started my sadness.
Whatever the reason, today I have felt such a deep longing for none of this to be real. Maybe I will wake up and it will all be a dream, a typical seventh grade way of wrapping up a story when the plot thickens a bit too much.
Yes, God is good. Yes, there are reasons for optimism and moments of great joy. But sometimes I just feel discouraged and sad.
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