Unthinkable

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.

Psalm 119:28