Dear Chief,
I slept soundly and woke up to another
bright day. Thank you for the gift of rest and for the energy to face the day
ahead. I know that You are with me whatever this day will throw at me.
The internet left me gaping. Terrorists
attacked Paris. The gunmen mercilessly sprayed bullets on people, tinting the
ground crimson. Hostages were taken, and there was a two-hour standoff. The
City of love became the City of Chaos as the concert was unceremoniously
interrupted by unwanted guests. What was supposed to be a fun-filled evening
turned to the worst nightmare for many. Music was supposed to mingle with the
Friday night noise; instead, it was wailing and terror. The devastation is
beyond what I could imagine.
In these trying times, may Your hand be
with the people of Paris and of France. May You extend Your healing to them.
Despite this tragedy, may our French brothers and sisters hold tight to their
faith in You and never let go. For those who lost their spouse, parents, children, siblings,
and friends—may they find comfort in your embrace and solace in Your words. Please
help them bounce back from the disaster that has befallen them. Help the
authorities keep their people safe.
In the middle of it all, may France know
that You have not left them. May they remember that in this time of great distress,
they are not alone: they have You.
Writing from across the globe,
The Scribbler
