"The spirit is indeed willing...

...but the flesh is weak."

We tried. We really did. All three of us. Gerald, Shulamith, and I all really wanted to participate in the March for Our Lives event this morning, an effort to stand up to the NRA and encourage legislators to do the same, by enacting sensible gun laws like the rest of the civilized world already has. Enough is enough. Too many have died. Even one life is too many lost to senseless violence because Americans are in love with their guns, and the NRA controls congress.

We knew we wouldn't be able to participate together. Shulamith is in St. George this weekend, I'm in Rexburg, and Gerald is home in Salt Lake. But we still thought we could do it. There was a march in St. George and another in Idaho Falls, 30 miles south of Rexburg. The Erichsen-Websters would stand and march.

And the spirit was indeed willing. So willing. But the flesh...

Of the three of us, only Gerald wound up participating. Here he is at the march in downtown Salt Lake City, which started at West High School and finished at the Capitol.

Shulamith had hoped to join the march in St. George, but with all the kids, etc., it didn't work out. They are returning home today, so she needed to help pack up and clean and load the car.

As for me, I got up early, showered and got all ready. I even made my sign:

Okay, so sign-making is not one of my strengths. Did any of you really think it would be?

Super quiet so as not to wake up Seth, Eli, and Amanda, I slipped out the door, sign in hand. What I didn't know until I stepped outside was that it was dumping snow. Seriously dumping. I could barely see ahead of me. I wanted to go to the march so badly, but no, I would not brave the snowstorm and drive by myself the 30 miles down to Idaho Falls. That felt like a bad idea. Instead, I drove the 1/2 mile to McDonald's and did school work until people here woke up.

Now I'm back, and Eli and Seth are planning out their bro day together. What will Amanda and I do while they're gone? Not sure. Whatever we do, it will be a delight because she is a delight.

I wish I could have marched. I wish Shulamith could have. And I'm glad Gerald did. I'm grateful for all who stood today to make their voices heard. I hope legislators listen to voices all over the country who say "enough is enough."