At a Loss for Words

I have so much I want to write about, but I can’t seem to put together enough coherent sentences.  I have part of a blog entry written but I’m not satisfied with it.  I feel like I’m not focused and I don’t want to come across as trite or self-righteous or like some bloviating idiot.  I mean, what do you say to a parent whose child has been shot to death?  To a school that lost twenty students and six teachers?  Be strong.  Have faith.  Let me pat you on the back, offer tea.

I feel wholly inadequate.

I can tell you the truth, that this world is a place of trials and tribulations and if you keep your faith in God strong, you will be rewarded.  The world to come is one of unending joy, peace, and comfort.  Just be strong.  Have faith.  Let me pat you on the back, offer tea.

I believe that, believe it to my core, and that belief has sustained me through a lot of things, family issues, health issues, money issues, but honestly, I’ve never been so sorely tested as these people have.  There are people all over the world who are enduring lives that are a lot worse than mine.  Famine, rape, bombs, bullets, disease, things I can’t even imagine.  I feel like a fraud when I offer my condolences.  But I do it anyway because that’s what I do as one human being to another.  One mother to another.

My heartfelt wish is for all my fellow beings to be at peace, to have no more trials, no more strife.  I don’t have the power to stop an earthquake or a tsunami or a car going the wrong way on the interstate.  I can’t stop a bullet or leap tall buildings in a single bound.  I can only pat you on the back and offer tea.

I have so much to say but not the words at this moment.