Six years ago I awoke for the day to send Luke and Leandra to school. I saw what most of us in the world saw, something that was so horrific that all I could do was sit there and hold my kids with my mouth open in such disbelief. I even found myself watching the footage over and over again, I didn't want to but yet somehow I guess I just hoped that this was not happening.
But as we all know Sept. 11Th 2001 did happen. In my opinion it happened with such vengeance and such rage that I still find myself dwelling on that day, not just today but other days as well. I can watch my children and think someone',s mom,dad,aunt,uncle,brother,sister and so on wont get the chance to see what I'm seeing: they wont come home to a home cooked meal, go to "back to school nights" or just tuck someone into bed EVER.
I don't reflect on this tragic day to be somber, but to remember that I am not promised tomorrow. I have been given today so what am I going to do with that? Will I choose to serve, to say I'm sorry, to go the extra mile.
"After this Jesus went and prayed, 'Father, the time has come Glorify your son,that your son may glorify you. For you granted him authority over all people that he might give eternal life to all those you have given him" John 17;1-2
This is the extra mile. This is the life that I choose- to ask that I may have the chance to glorify the Father.
May the lives of those changed by 9/11 get the chance to live for Jesus.
1 comment:
your recent blog brings to mind another time in my life...that taught me a "lesson in values"
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At the time we only had 3 young sons. The youngest was only 3 years old. We (Tom and I) had returned from a long WAKE for a little boy who had lived accross the street. He would have just turned 8 years old. Devastating~ We were sitting by our fireplace reflecting on our lives and the Blessing God had given us. It was late at night and we were in our bathrobes. The boys were all snug in bed and the doorbell was ringing. I went to the door and passed accross the kitchen to see
our shed in the backyard IN FLAMES
shinning through the sheer curtains over the slidding glass door. YIKES! ...
The fire dept was at the front door to let us know we had a fire in the back yard. YIKES!
Tom was devastated as the shed he and his brother-in-law had recently built ...completely burned to the ground. All the contents inside destroyed. Ironically, our brother-in-law died a few weeks later from cancer.
We were reflecting on his life as we were earlier sitting by the fire
as we had returned from our neighbor's wake. ...It was a horrible sight to see your earthly pocessions going up in flames.
But my thoughts reflected on how good GOD can be ... and how thankful that our "babies" were all tucked away, safely, sleeping in their beds, untouched by our
monentary disaster. Lesson learned: LIFE is a precious gift.
It can not be replaced. Each and every day is precious. No one is promised more than today. Thank the Lord for each moment he gives to you and those you love.
barb
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