I’ll be honest with you—I had no idea what to write yesterday. I had no way to comment on the things that were happening on a national level with the campus shootings. And intermingled with those thoughts were other thoughts dedicated to some of my own family members struggling with sobering heartaches.
So when I sit in front of a blank screen on days like that, I don’t know what my role is. Am I supposed to have an opinion? Is anybody looking here for inspiration in spite of it all? (Gosh, I hope not.) Am I supposed to ignore it and write about something funny? I don’t know. I finally decided that an un-written post yesterday would be my way to offer a moment of silence of sorts.
I don’t have any answers.
I don’t really have any opinions.
I’m just sad for all of them.
I do have hope, though. For the students and their families, and for my own family too. I really do.
There’s something in us that wants to react to problems with finding the cause. Maybe we feel like if there’s blame to be placed—if we can identify what caused a problem in the first place—then we can prevent heartache and loss. But that’s silly, isn’t it? Heartache can’t be avoided. Not here.
As much as we’d like to, we can’t control everything. We can’t prevent everything. We can’t anticipate everything. We can’t fix everything. That’s hard to accept, especially on days like this.