For days, I've pondered topics of what I'll write about in this week's blog post. Ideas surfaced including that of terror in the US at the Sunday morning breakfast table or of instant gratification while discussing my broken Keurig machine. I started numerous commentaries, but they all dead-ended. I've saved them as drafts for the time when I'll be able to find the right words to share my thoughts.
And today of all days, with the devastating news of another brutal shooting, I should be quick to put my fingers on this keyboard and feverishly type away my raw emotions of how my heart is breaking for the world.
But... in my most selfish sense, while my heart does ache for the cruel, broken world we live in, one very powerful emotion is overriding all others: hope.
In the simplest of ways, I can say only: