Ash is safe and sound asleep in bed right now. And I feel the deepest gratitude for that. Now I sit here at my desk, paralyzed from hearing about another school shooting today in Uvalde, Texas. This is only ten days removed from the Buffalo shooting at Tops’ supermarket. I feel these tragedies unnerving me, so I write as a way to take deep breaths. But then I realize the words don’t come so easy.
My thoughts are disbelief at how there are those sitting in seats of power who can repeatedly watch kids and people horrifically taken from their families in these mass shootings and not feel any urgency to do anything about it. It is sick—deranged, that people pride themselves on being more committed to party affiliation, regardless of immorality, more committed to greed or power than humanity. That, to me, exemplifies a mentally incapacitated person—not fit to hold a seat in service to a nation.
My thoughts are that I feel helpless in many ways and angry in as many too. That somebody with no regard for life can easily end someone else’s. That we have to watch pseudo “pro-life” politicians (voted in by people of the same breed) tweet their “thoughts and prayers” as I drop my kid off at school or walk through a grocery store or into my church, knowing common sense is not common or upheld in this sourly privileged land.
My prayer tonight is, Lord, please be with the families in Uvalde and Buffalo. Help them, please. Lord, fix the broken parts of this nation. Speak to those who sit in the seats of its operation.
And Lord, please be with our children.
