I need... something.
Psalm 34:18 The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit. The unspeakable happened last Friday in a small town in Connecticut. Looking at twenty children through a guns site is.... too much. Everyone has their own thoughts and visions of what may have happened that day in those classrooms, I wont even write them down. I scare myself. I make myself cry, weep really. Jack's unsinkable belief that everyone is good, his willingness to help people, his unability to retreat. A gunman in his classroom. Taking aim at he and his classmates? Someone elses beautiful child, irreplaceable gift is gone. I went to Joann's graduation on Sunday. Her loss and grief after losing her beloved Bob, moved her somewhere else, beyond what she thought she could do. Broken and "too old" she walked across the stage to receive her Masters Degree. I sniled at her from 75 yards away, she saw me, we waved, I blew...