When tragic events happen at our schools, people start grasping hopelessly for answers. The religious blame the non-religious and the law abiding gun owners blame the crazies.

You hear the same rhetoric over and over and over again. "Guns don't kill people, people kill people." "Dear God, why didn't you save our school children?" His reply,"I'm not allowed in schools."

That couldn't be farther from the truth.

I see God everyday.

I see him in the faces of the kindergarteners the first week they are there when everything is amazing and such a grand adventure.

I hear him reading for the first time in a childlike voice.

I see him when I watch as a group of students stop to help another student pick up each individual pea they dropped when they accidentally dumped their tray.

I feel him in every hug I get from little arms telling me they "wuv" it when I serve breakfast for lunch.

I see him when I watch an aide walking hand in hand with a child who has scraped his knee and won't feel better until he has a bandaid.

I see him in the teacher's face as she comforts a student who has stained a loss, be that a grandparent, a parent or a pet.

I see him in my principal when she accompanies a scared child who just had a seizure to the hospital in an ambulance.

I know he's there when a watch a gaggle of little girls getting off the bus and coming to breakfast holding hands.

And he was most definitely there when Dawn Hochsprung, the principal at Sandy Hook attempted to stop the heartless gun man who invaded HER school. If she is anything at all like my principal, she didn't stop trying until she took her last breath.

He was there with that little boy who offered to lead his class and his teacher to safety because he knew karate.

He was there with all of those students and teachers, the ones who died and the ones who survived.

He was there with the janitor, who risked his own life to warn others.

He was there with the "good guys", the men and women who had to see that destruction first hand. Who had the foresight to tell those little ones to close their eyes as they led them to safety.

Why he didn't stop it completely, I do not know.

If I'm being truthful, the entire event makes me question him. It makes me doubt he truly has a plan. It makes me wonder if he's real. And it makes me ANGRY!

And that's okay. It's okay to be angry with God.

But it is not okay to spew the same arguments back and forth. We must take action. We must admit to ourselves that owning assault weapons is not exactly what our forefathers meant when they said we had a right to bear arms.

We must come to the realization that guns do, indeed, kill. That Fox Sports columnist Jason Whitlock was right when he said, "Handguns do not enhance our safety. They exacerbate our flaws, tempt us to escalate arguments and bait us into embracing confrontation rather than avoiding it."

There are more gun dealers in American than there are McDonalds basically ensuring that crazy can get a gun if crazy wants one.

How do we stop it?

How do we keep our children safe?

I wish I knew.