Friday, September 11, 2009


How quickly we forget. As I drove around town today, I noticed that there were flags NOT at half-mast. I had a friend say that she went into one of our local McDonald's to ask why their flag wasn't half-mast today, the response was "Why? What's today?" SHOCKING!!! Once, reminded they apologized profusely and immediately went straight out to fix it. How quickly we forget.

I remember that day, eight years ago. I was eight months pregnant with my first baby. I was up getting ready for the day and Good Morning America was on. I was in and out of the living room but something the reporter said, or maybe it was simply the tone of his voice, made me stop and watch. As I watched in horror, I saw the second plane hit. Those first moments were so confusing. I remember trying to get a hold of Lee, who worked at the Wal-Mart warehouse at the time, with no success and then finally getting a hold of my mom. I needed some one to tell me what was happening. I refused to let it sink in. I remember the moment it hit me. I fell to the ground, arms around my swollen belly, and I wept. What kind of world would my baby be born into? When those towers fell, it was like the whole country felt the physical pain and agony of grief. We shared that grief together. Church doors were opened and sanctuaries were packed. That whole day and many days to come, where a blur of confusion, panic, fear, and numbness. I remember God giving me such a calm peace, in the midst of the terror. I was burdened deeply for the victims families and prayed constantly for them. I couldn't imagine. I remember thinking life would NEVER be same again. How could it?

Then, before we knew it, a year had gone by. I remember watching the news and they replayed the moment the towers fell. Again, I bent over onto the floor weeping. This time, clinging to my 11 month old son. The pain and grief was like it had happened all over again. I remember also feeling anger that the media would put those families through that again, and I prayed for them.

How quickly we forget. How very quickly we forget.

Today may we remember again, that our freedom is NEVER free! A high price was paid so we could live with the liberties that we have. I thank God that He has so richly blessed my family! We live in the GREATEST country in the world! Lord, return us back to you! Help us to remember ~
2 Chronicles 7:14
"If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land."

But also, may we be struck anew, that Jesus Christ paid the ultimate price, to give us freedom! Freedom from the bondage of sin and death! He makes us free, if we let Him!
John 8:36
"So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed."

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1 comment:

Little Miss Loren said...

I remember that day so clearly. No where near as serious because i was only 8 and didnt really know what was happening but i remember watching it happen and you guys came over and that night i was scared that the helicopters flying over our house would bomb us and I couldnt sleep...