Today, we remember.
Today marks an anniversary, but one of a less than happy occasion.
Ten years ago today, the lives of nearly every American changed ~
in an instant.
In an horrific act by misguided and angry men, thousands of lives were taken and the course of history changed. No longer did America feel like the untouchable nation. Suddenly we were vulnerable, we were damaged,
…we were broken.
As the wife of a soldier, we still feel the ramifications of that horrible day. Families who lost loved ones on September 11, 2001, still grieve for them today.
We will never forget.
Through our grief, our sorrow, and our confusion over the 9/11 attacks, it is important to always remember that God was still in control that fateful day, and He is still in control today. We may not understand, but we certainly can trust. And we can continue to pray for the healing and salvation of our nation, as well as the world.
God bless America!
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We bought the tickets.
We booked the hotel room.
We chose our seats for the event.
We listened, learned, and praised.
But the event we paid for was not all God had in store for us.
After a long string of delays, and walking many unnecessary blocks to find food in the middle of the night, we just so happened to wander into a 24/7 diner. All we wanted was cheeseburgers and fries. Nothing else on the menu. Nothing else in our plans.
But God knew we were not the only ones hungry that night.
Through various details of delays and circumstances, our paths crossed. What would seem like an accidental meeting to many is nothing less than a Divine Appointment to those of us ladies who were gathered around the table that night.
What began as the rants of a young man with a dream for his employment turned into a conversation that has the potential to change a man’s soul, as well as his eternal destiny.
We witnessed the battle firsthand. Not just a battle between good and evil, but a battle between human reasoning and a leap of faith. The young man we met that night is at war within himself. And for a brief few moments, we were able to call a truce for him and speak to his heart as we prayed for his soul.
I longed for the immediate confirmation that our words were not in vain, but he was not ready yet. God is still at work. How I pray that the words spoken to him that night, the prayers uttered, will never leave his memory.
How blessed I feel to have been invited to that Divine Appointment.