I am grieving innocence at the hand of evil today. I am grieving how a mere stranger from across the globe can become the thief of joy for the unsuspecting innocent. I am deafened by the sneakiness of darkness and how it can so subtly creep into the lives of every human, especially children. The kind of sly, yet impeding evil, destined to turn what is pure into something meant for sin and perversion.
I am angry at my own naivety. I am angry at my stupidity in not heeding the intuition to have been more careful about what I post on my somewhat-private blog of our family’s adventures. For six years, I’ve been able to track basic analytics of my site to see what links were clicked most often, where people come from, what they were interested in, and if they downloaded any photos. I didn’t know a single face behind an IP address, but I knew what suspicious things to look for. Despite those efforts, my children became victims.