Sunday, November 15th, 2015
Dear Morgan, Levi and Taylor,
Today we had car trouble and couldn’t make it to church. Daddy went very early since he’s in charge of tech at our church, and I thought I’d do church with you at home. But as the morning went on I was so troubled inside and praying for you and for our world.
You know, because you first saw it with me, that bad men killed innocent people in Paris on Friday, November 13th. We were just settling in for a fun Friday night show, but when I turned the TV on, that’s what we saw. I tried to tell you as much as I thought prudent without scaring you. You know I love Paris since I grew up in France and Daddy asked me to marry him at the foot of the Eiffel Tower.
There are so many thoughts swirling in my head it’s hard for me to do much but function and pray.
6 different attack sites in Paris.
129 killed and 352 injured and martial law for the first time in Paris since World War II.
Arrests in Belgium close to friends of friends… How many are in the U.S.?
Closing borders… People calling for our borders to close… Obviously I don’t want terrorists here, but what happens to legitimate refugees?
What happens next?
I started to worry so much this morning I just gave up the idea of church with you guys.
But as I was peeling potatoes for lunch I heard you in the front living room.