When there are no words for your mouth to speak, it's your heart that cries out in prayer. Words don't make sense when there are children who climbed onto a school busy in the morning and never will return home in the afternoon.
I can't wrap my mind around the tragedy. I can't begin to trace the broad aftershocks of the suffering for each family, teacher, emergency worker, and the community as a whole. I can't imagine empty beds, already-wrapped Christmas gifts, and an open seat at the dinner table. I can't fathom the ache of having life torn away so horrifically, so abruptly.
Lord, there are no good words.
As I type, my children bustle through the house, bumping into walls, squealing, bickering, asking incessant questions. Kids being kids. I hug them all the tighter, and I can't gather words, but my heart cries out.
Lord, bring comfort.