I feel like Chicken Little. It feels like the sky is falling.
Is the world getting more dangerous or am I just getting older?
Driving back from Dekalb on Thursday before the shooting, Hunky Hubby and I made a very logical list of the pro’s and con’s of all the school choices we are considering for the fall – homeschooling, private school, public school. It’s very concrete – very logical. It doesn’t take into consideration anyone’s feelings on the matter. It’s just the facts and figures.
Once we heard about the shooting, I shredded the paper, locked the door, and informed the kids I was going to have to educate them with only the Internet and our Netflix subscription as resources because no one was coming or going anywhere ever again.
I’m being honest here. I know I am often sarcastic, but how in the world am I supposed to make a rational decision about schooling for my children in light of the violence in this country. Has it really come down to the fact that I can’t consider any school anywhere because my kids might get shot?
I know I’m having a knee-jerk reaction of sorts, but it feels like as soon as I (personally) and we (as a country) start to calm down and feel a little safe again, something else happens.
In terms of our ministry in Dekalb, we feel more called than ever to be on the NIU campus. In terms of living in the community, I can’t think of a better place to be. The reality of life and death will be fresh on all our hearts, as it should be.
But what do I do with thoughts like, “Well, I guess maybe we’re safer because what’s the likelihood of there being 2 mass killings in Dekalb, IL???????”
Thanks for reading my bloggy vent. Forget what you just read and come back tomorrow when (hopefully) I’ll have something more rational to write.