Five years ago, I assistant taught at a preschool.
There was a little boy there who I adored.
He was newly adopted from Asia and had a hard time.
So each day, I worked with him.
It got to the point where he was my buddy.
He would be calm and focus when I was with him.
He made me laugh and we had fun together.
He had a special place in my heart.
I thought of him last week when I was working with my kids.
And I wondered how he was.

Only now did I connect the names.
Today, that precious boy was murdered.
Along with his mom and siblings.
And I am overcome with sorrow.
I can only hope that what he learned about Jesus stuck.

Please pray for the extended family...
As they grieve and seek to understand this heinous act.

Lord, help me to take advantage of every opportunity given me.