9-11 12 YEARS LATER........

I don't know sometimes the urge to write hits me at the wrong time.  I have already begun to think about tomorrow and the anniversary (although it almost seems improper to call it that) of 9-11.  Some have asked where was God during the attacks on the trade towers, the pentagon and in pennsylvania?  My husband questioned me on my assertion that God did not cause the attacks, but He did allow them.  And sometimes I wonder why.  Although I have always been taught that there will be a time that the true church will be put into the fire and refined to cause a great revival, it is still really difficult not to be angry at the evil that was perpetrated on this nation.  Some have even said that it was like there was an evil spirit loosed onto this soil.  I guess the only truth it that God only knows.  I do know that God was there in those halls/stairwells/rooms and in those spaces in the air that people called out to Him for comfort.  I do know God was there for those first waves of military that were sent into harms way.  God was there is the souls and spirits of those who laid their lives down to save others.  "Greater Love has no man than to lay down their life for a friend".  I want to take this time in my writing to honor those families who sacrificed their family members in the attacks on Sept 11th.  The firefighters, ambulance, policemen, and all of our military-----May the God who created us all bless you all.

I also honor a gentleman that I particularly noticed at the towers.  It was a firefighter sitting at the bottom of the towers before they fell.  I never saw him again, but I noticed him in particular throughout this whole event.  I wish I knew whether he survived.  If he had family, I honor them in his loss, because he was a man who showed me just what an impact this day was having on all of us.

I also ask that God be with our current military and those who lead.  Marines, Army, Air Force, Navy, Coast Guard.  God be with you all.......and protect you with His Mighty Hand.

I quit looking at the stars

A few years ago after my grandfather died, to cope I started to look at the stars and found one in particular that stood out bright, and told myself that it was my grandfather looking down on me.   Over time looking at the sky with the million stars out began to mean a totally different thing to me.  I guess because I am in an area where clear skies are almost the norm at night, looking at the stars began to remind me of just how big God is, and that He is the ultimate control over all.

What a lesson I am learning.


Taking my heart back to a year ago....October 27.  I started to search the sky for the brightest twinkling star to use that as symbolic of the spirit of my sister Paula.  As time has went on, I have found myself not able to look at the stars.  I even tried the other night when I took the dog out.  I glanced into the sky at this beautiful blanket of stars, and shrunk back almost in tears because of how overwhelming the realization is that I want my sister.


The lesson?


Despite the struggle that I have letting go, and that I do not have control of everything in this world of mine-God does.  I look forward to the day that I can look up to the sky again, and be thankful to know that in spite of cancer, God is still there.  In spite of a world who seems bent on self-destruction, God is still there.  In spite of the hatefulness of man, who would poison even little ones, God holds this precious ones in His arms, and He does have control.  He does have the role of Victor in the end. 

Don't believe me?



Just go out.......look at a star lit night, and allow Him to show you.