I woke up freezing at 2am and was unable to fall back to sleep, so I checked my phone. As I scrolled through my Facebook feed, I saw a number of posts regarding Paris, but I didn’t know what had happened. My heart dropped because I knew it had to be another shooting or bombing.
After a couple of hours, I fell back to sleep and then woke up at 6:30, still freezing. I knew at some point during this camping trip, I would decide to leave the wilderness and go to this French bakery I love in Charlotte. That’s just the type of thing I do.
So I sit here, drink my coffee, look at the mural of the Eiffel Tower on the wall and think of my brothers and sisters across the pond who are hurting. I reflect on the evil in the world and want to bang my fists on the table and demand answers from the universe. “WHY?!”
From what I can tell, there’s a baby shower going on in the adjacent room. Just now a little red-headed toddler and her only slightly older sister walked by me. The little one was wearing a cute t-shirt with a kitten and puppy on it. When she looked in my direction, I waved at her, and as she began to walk towards me, she waved back, smiled, and said “hello!”
I began to tear up.
It’s a wild existence that we have. There’s such beauty and goodness in the world, and yet so much terror and darkness. So much lightness & so much heaviness.
I don’t know what else to do but pray.
God who is Heaven, please come & heal us. Remind us that you’ve never, for a moment, left us alone. Wipe away our tears & make all things new.