I wish I could unhear the news.
I wish I couldn't vividly picture the kids being asked to cover their eyes.
I wish that the first responders, survivors, funeral home people, parents, siblings...everyone...didn't have to go through this.
I wish I didn't know what it's like to explain to a child about death.
I wish I could stop seeing Garrett's casket and thinking of all the caskets that will be coming.
I wish Jesus would come back.
I wish He would tell me why.
I wish He would tell everyone why.
I wish I didn't know all the "right" answers.
Or maybe I wish the right answers actually helped.
My soul is weary with sorrow;
strengthen me according to your word.