At one point this morning, I thought “I’m pretty sure there are no safe places left in the world.” I had just heard about the horrible events happening in Ottawa – a soldier shot, gunmen on the loose. This comes only a few days after two Canadian soldiers were run down by a terrorist.
For a long time, in the back of my mind, there was this thought that it’s just not possible, even for Canada, to stay insulated from such events forever. But, in my heart, I hoped and I prayed. My home country, the United States of America, had already been attacked and there was still a scar on my heart from those events. I’ve always called myself an AmeriCanadian because I truly do love both countries with the same amount of passion and loyalty.
I have to admit, my reaction at first this morning was a bit odd. I had that thought about the world being a dangerous place but other than that, I felt numb. I continued on with my day like nothing had happened – for about an hour or two. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. Suddenly, I couldn’t stop thinking about 9/11 and the friends I lost then. I couldn’t stop thinking about my daughter being so far away and how desperately I wanted to hug her. I couldn’t stop thinking about friends and family who have served in the military and as first responders.
And then the flood of tears came. I refuse to go through life thinking that there are no unsafe places left in the world. But for now, my heart is aching and I’m afraid for us all.
If you’re the praying sort, I invite you to pray with me now for Canada and the world.