The Boston Marathon was bombed yesterday. I'm sure you know this by now, but I am just heartbroken.
I'm typically pretty shaken up when evil like this occurs, but I am feeling pretty attached to this particular situation. I'm not sure why. It could be that my boss' brother was running in it yesterday (he's okay), and until we heard from him it was a nerve-wracking afternoon. I'm sure that was the initial extra interest in the news yesterday.
I think it's actually because I like to think of myself as a runner. So I get afraid that it could've been me. Or could be me one day, hopefully, running in at least a half marathon if not a full one.
I guess I just assume that these people overcome with evil will want to target bigger or more important places, like DC or a plane, or something. I mean I know there were tons of people at the marathon, but they're not working on top-secret government anything, or doing anything remotely sketchy that anyone could argue against. Which ticks me off- completely, utterly, without-a-doubt innocent lives taken and harmed yesterday.
I can't imagine the woman who maybe was running her first marathon- finally having worked up to being able to do so, approaching the finish line, the exuberance, the excitement of having finally accomplished her goal, the friends and family cheering her on... and then that possibly being the last time she'll ever run, much less walk. Heartbreaking.
And so along with the rest of the country, I'm shocked and saddened and wondering and heartbroken.
And praying. Because the Lord knows our hurt and He hurts too. I can't even imagine how His heart's been breaking over this situation.
"God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble." Psalm 46:1