
My phone buzzed with a news alert, which happens numerous times throughout the day.
This one, at 1:45 p.m. on Monday, was yet another mass shooting. My stomach turned queasy anticipating the details. I knew they would be horrifying — they always are. But I feared the worst…and as I read on, learning of the unthinkable deaths of three 9-year-old children at a Nashville elementary school, I was sickened.