I’m sitting here this morning on a sunny Saturday, my coffee steaming beside me, cartoons on the TV in the next room, and I am scared.
I am scared for the people of Paris and for the family and friends of the victims of last night’s attacks.
I am scared for the people of France because this will surely get worse before it gets better.
I am scared for the soldiers who will head into battle and the repercussions that will be felt around the world.
I am scared for the mommas–those who lost children last night, those who will send their sons and daughters to defend their country, and those trying to explain it all to the little ones overwhelmed by the violence reported since they sat down to dinner last night.
I am scared this is just the beginning.
I am scared it will be closer to home next time.
I am scared it will be my son entering the fight.
I am scared my daughter will grow up in a world at war.
I am scared if we let them paralyze us with this fear, they will win.
I can’t let that happen. They are terrorists, and their ultimate goal is to spread fear, make us change our ways and hide lest they strike again.
So, I will say a prayer for Paris, then I will brew more coffee…I will sit in the sun…I will let the cartoons roll.
I will not let them win.