You would think I would have something profound to say, but the truth is, I just don’t. There isn’t anything to say. I’ve cried until there should be no tears left, but yet, there are. With more to come.

I’ve always thought that what goes around, comes around – that was my rationalization as an adolescent when my classmates were mean. So what was it I dished out to get this in return? Have I hurt someone this badly? If this is my just reward, then so be it…but at least tell me what it was I did.

It is often said that God does not give anyone more than they can bear. Perhaps that is true. If that is the case, then right now I wish He had a little less confidence in me.