When Prayers Are Not Enough

For Uvalde, Texas

Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash

The glow from his nightlight splashed across his face. The hum of Disney lullabies hung in the air. He was sleepy — droopy eyelids of a tiny baby, and in my arms, and he was safe.

“I want to keep him in a bubble,” I whispered to my husband as tears streamed down my face.