Nothing prepares you for the announcement that some mad man has killed 18 innocents in an elementary school. Your heart breaks open like a vase dropped from your hands. The shards can’t be glued together. Humpty-Dumpty is dead.
You cry in a bathroom at work, in a closet at home, in public at the White House, in private at a fire station.
No words describe the loss.
We pray for the survivors, and for our lost world.