Soft be her tears

My heart is breaking because of the news from Paris.

More than 100 people are dead.

More than one hundred.

Neither Momma nor I have been to Paris, but Grandmomma and my Big Cousins have. Grace (who is joining our Family this Christmas!) has been there.

It doesn't matter where. Or when. This senseless killing must stop.

Now.
 

Keep watch, dear Lord, with those who work, or watch, or weep this night, and give your angels charge over those who sleep. Tend the sick, Lord Christ; give rest to the weary, bless the dying, soothe the suffering, pity the afflicted, shield the joyous; and all for your love's sake. Amen.