God does not die on the day when we cease to believe in a personal deity, but we die on the day when our lives cease to be illuminated by the steady radiance, renewed daily, of a wonder, the source of which is beyond all reason.
–Dag Hammarskjold
I am challenged to keep alive on a day I learn that a mother murdered her baby by putting him in the clothes dryer.
It hurts my heart and makes my gorge rise when I imagine it.
I, too just can not wrap my brain around what it would take to be able to kill your own child. What must it be like to be her? I morn for that tiny soul. jackie
I won’t even read it because I know it will threaten to suck me under.
Your phrase, “I am challenged to keep alive” resonated with me because once when I was feeling that same way I happened to start reading through my blogroll and I lingered here at yours and found a wealth of information and help that stabilized me. I’ll never forget that.
Oh,God, babies raising babies.