They say it was an odd day today. It was odd for me too.
I got up and went to Vacation Bible School, where I've been helping corral our fourteen first-graders all week. I came home and ate lunch, and then I slept. It was 6pm when I woke up, and I went to band practice. I got home at 9:45 and worked on a story idea I had last fall. It was 12am when I climbed into bed and started watching YouTube videos.
Last spring I gave up Facebook, and last weekend I gave up Instagram. News just doesn't really travel on Pinterest, and I don't watch television anymore, really.
But I saw the videos. I clicked on one and saw the footage.
Today was Bastille Day in France. It was like our Fourth of July. In a little French town called Nice, families and friends were gathered on a beachside promenade to watch the fireworks show. It was about 10:30pm there -- they say it would have been around 3:30 here in the Midwest -- when there was another terrorist attack.
I watched the six-minute long video, and as I did, my heart shattered. I slammed my phone down and wept. Turning my face towards heaven, I cried, "O, Father, how long shall thy people suffer?"
Oh, how I long for Zion...
Please...keep this world in your prayers.
~ Grace
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