There aren’t many times that I find myself at a loss for words. I’m a talker. I talk. A lot. Except when I’m upset — then I hardly talk at all, can’t string words together into coherent sentences.

On Friday, I couldn’t come up any words that seemed fitting for so many beautiful children whose lives were cut short. This morning, as I read their names, the only words that formed as I saw their pictures were, “They still had all their baby teeth.”

I don’t think there are words for things like this. Thank goodness prayers don’t need to be coherent for God to understand.

Pray for the families left behind. Pray for their friends. Hug the people you love. You don’t need any words.

~ Laura