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With Love to Paris: a Tourist's Perspective

Last night my phone buzzed with a text message from a friend sending love and saying how glad she was that I wasn't still in Paris. I asked her, "pray tell, why?" somewhat flippantly because who ever expects something to happen to a city like Paris? Iconic, romantic, beautiful and reserved - one does not expect such a place to be attacked seriously. She soon enlightened me and along with the rest of the world I was shocked. 

Senseless terrorism. There is no being fair about things like this, no being logical in the way we approach it. There are some acts which reach such proportions of evil that we can't, and shouldn't, be philosophical about it. Somehow just being there less than three weeks ago has made it all seem very near to me and imagination is more vivid because of it. I almost see the places in my mind, and in fact we did stay only several blocks away from one of the sites of attack. Of course we're thinking, "we could still be there, or maybe if our trip was timed differently would be there now." 

As I said I didn't care for Paris at first, but after a day or two it began to grow on me. The Eiffel Tower was great to see, as iconic sites usually are for the first time, but the thing about the city that captured me was it's quiet and appreciative beauty, and the people that actually live there. They are reserved, but have warm hearts. The afternoon we walked to Luxembourg stands out in my memory the most because of the near contact with all the families and friends out relaxing in sunny spots, sailing boats across the pond, playing games in the shady courts, and walking with their kids and friends.

This is the Paris I liked and grieve for...

Parisians rendezvousing by the Seine. 

My sister posted this photo before we left on our trip and promised to pray Psalm 91 over our trip and us. It meant a lot, and in turn this morning I have been praying it for the terror, shock, and now grief and sadness that I'm sure is Paris reeling about today. 

Pray for them, that in this dark night the City of Light will light again and recognize the true light. 

Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.[a]
I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust.”
Surely he will save you
from the fowler’s snare
and from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with his feathers,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
You will not fear the terror of night,
nor the arrow that flies by day,
nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,
nor the plague that destroys at midday.
A thousand may fall at your side,
ten thousand at your right hand,
but it will not come near you.
You will only observe with your eyes
and see the punishment of the wicked.
If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,”
and you make the Most High your dwelling,
no harm will overtake you,
no disaster will come near your tent.
For he will command his angels concerning you
to guard you in all your ways;
they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
You will tread on the lion and the cobra;
you will trample the great lion and the serpent.
“Because he[b] loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him;
I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
He will call on me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble,
I will deliver him and honor him.
With long life I will satisfy him
and show him my salvation.”
— Psalm 91

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