There will be no Monday post.
Since last Friday I cannot regain my focus. There is no inspiration. There are no words that can be put in writing and sound correct. Everything that I want to say seems wrong. Empty. Meaningless. Artificial. Unnecessary.
Have you seen the photos of the dead children that were released this weekend? Have you been watching the news coverage? Then you should understand me. Not a single word will sound right. Nothing makes sense anymore. It seems almost criminal to write about saving on Christmas shopping when twenty innocent children were executed by a deranged psychopath.
I have never prayed in my life. I don’t even know the words of any prayer. But this weekend, the first time in my almost forty years, I wished I could talk to God.