Heartbroken

I'm not sure where I want to start.  I'm not sure what I want to say.  Since December 14th, my heart has felt so heavy.  When there's a quiet moment in my day, my eyes fill with tears and I try not to sob.  I find myself trying to stay busy so as to not dwell on the tragic events of that day.  I can't help but personalize it as I look at my children, especially my 6 year old.  I feel his little body and hold him in my arms, and my heart absolutely breaks for those parents who've lost their babies.  I've thought too much about that terrible scene and perhaps have become too obssessed with the details.  I've been loosing sleep and having irrational fears.  But then again, what is even remotely rational about executing small children?  What kind of world is this where going to the movies, sending my children to school, going shopping at the mall, or even letting my children play outside, makes me have second thoughts?  It's just all so terribly, terribly sad.  I know I'm not the only one to feel this way.  We're all struggling right now.  I pray that the comforting peace from our Savior will distill upon all of our hearts.  I take comfort in the Christmas hymn we sang (or I tried to sing) yesterday in church.

And in despair, I bow'd my head:
"There is no peace on earth," I said,
"For hate is strong and mocks the song,
Of Peace on earth, good will to men."

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep;
"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail,
With Peace on earth, good will to men."