I do not know what to say. 

I have not had the words to write. 

The weight of simply processing the tragedies, the loss, the hell on earth that has occurred over the last few weeks in our country, and the last couple of months in Ukraine, is unreal.

I weep for the families who have lost innocent children, am angered by the lack of unity and implementation of stricter gun laws, and am confounded by a war that continues to kill and destroy yet is accomplishing what?! 

No, I do not know the deep heartbreak and harsh reality of being amidst such tragedy as Uvalde, Buffalo, Orange County, Ukraine, the list goes on… 

Yet I am acquainted with loss and grief. 

And in the darkest hours the only thing that has kept me sane, given me strength, and assured me of hope is Christ. 

Jesus. 

Name above all names. 

Prince of Peace. 

Reconciliator. 

Lover of my Soul.

Now we have this treasure in clay jars, so that this extraordinary power may be from God and not from us. We are afflicted in every way but not crushed; we are perplexed but not in despair; we are persecuted but not abandoned; we are struck down but not destroyed.  
We always carry the death of Jesus in our body, so that the life of Jesus may also be displayed in our body.  For we who live are always being given over to death for Jesus’s sake, so that Jesus’s life may also be displayed in our mortal flesh. 

// 2 Corinthians 4:7-11 CSB

In this life, we will continue to be acquainted with loss and grief as we are molded into the likeness of Christ. This fact does not make things easier. No, it must make us cling to the only true source of goodness and power, and the assurance of eternity.

In the weight of it all, we have the hope of it all.

For our momentary light affliction is producing for us an absolutely incomparable eternal weight of glory. So we do not focus on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal. 

// 2 Corinthians 4:17-18 CSB