We Will Never Forget...

Where were you when the towers fell?

I was sleeping.

The phone rang and my husband went to answer it. It was his father. He yelled at me to come to the living room, to watch the television, his hand still held the phone as he switched it on. We watched in horror, disbelief, as the first plane hit the tower…we were still numb when the second plane hit the other tower. I remember thinking it couldn’t get any worse, then we found out about the Pentagon. The day passed in a blur of numbing emotion, we cried, we tried to make sense of what was happening, and in the end we could only fall to our knees in prayer.

It’s hard to imagine that today marks the 17th anniversary of the day the towers fell.

Do you remember?

I only ask because it seems that today’s world is bent on whitewashing history, and dear friends, this is one history lesson we must never forget.

2,996 people died in the attacks, and more than 6,000 were injured.  What happened that day touched every nation, and changed the world.

We must never forget the ones who died so senselessly, the ones who died saving others, and yes, we must even remember the ones who perpetrated such an act of hatred. All of them were made in the image of God (Gen. 1:27), and all of them mattered to God (John 3:16), regardless of what they did or did not do, God loved them.

We must never forget.

So dear friend, would you take a moment, just a moment from your day, to stop and reflect on what happened the day the towers fell? When your children ask you why you are crying, will you tell them? Will we remember those we lost?

We must teach our children that yes, there is bad in the world, but there is much that is so much better. Evil does not win in the end. 

Say a prayer for those left behind, for the families still grieving the loved ones lost, for the world still reeling from the pain, and know that God loves you, yes you.

“And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes, there shall be no more death, nor sorrow,  nor crying…no pain, for the former things have passed away.” Rev. 21:4

Trusting Jesus Enough to Find the Strength to Live My Life

Am I ‘strong in the Lord’? I want to be, but to be honest, at this moment; I don’t feel like I am. I guess it depends on the definition of the word “strong”. 

Am I strong in my Faith? Do I trust Jesus that everything is going to be alright? Am I leaning on Him instead of the problems that surround me? Or do I rely on what the world says should be my strength…to just believe in myself, trust my feelings, that I don’t need anyone else but my own wisdom and guidance?

I would have to say that on my own, no, I am not. I keep getting tangled up in the details of my life, trying to maintain a balance that can never be balanced, placing one thing after another on top of the pile, all the while ignoring the signs. Eventually my life is going to topple over, and my strength will never be enough to keep it from happening.

Can anyone relate?

Here’s the thing, though, I don’t have to do this life alone. I can let go and let God take over. His strength is all I need. If Jesus is truly the foundation of my life then it’s just a simple matter of trust.

I wasn’t built to handle life on my own.

Do I trust Jesus enough to let Him take control? Do I trust Jesus enough to place all my worries, doubts and fears at His feet and leave them there? Do I trust Jesus enough with my past, present and future?

I mean, Jesus died for me, if I can’t trust Him, then who can I trust?