I don’t know. But I do know that nothing I have previously said about it has helped. And today, though I’ve written close to 400, I truly now sit here before you, about out of words.
I am reaching out my hand to compromise and try to find a solution…but we’ll never reach one unless some folks in Washington, D.C. will do the same.
And so until I can vote on or for a solution, today I am hitting the floor on my knees and raising my gaze to the sky one more time praying “Jesus, please. Please bring our country to some sensible agreement on how to protect our people from within.”
And Jesus, please. Blanket the grieving with comfort and love in this moment.
I’m so out of any other words, you guys.
