Remember

Probably everyone who reads this remembers where they were and what they were doing on September 11, 2001.  I was pregnant with my youngest.  At home doing school with my older 3.  My hubby was in Atlanta.

My Mom called me about 9:15 that morning.  She saw it on the news.  Events were still unfolding.  We had no idea that subsequent attacks were pending.  I was torn between wanting to get the information and wanting to protect my children.  But I wasn't torn about wanting everyone home.  Glad my babies were right under my wings but I wanted our protector home.  Atlanta was a lifetime away. 

We all recall the horror.  The disbelief.  The aftershocks of grief and fear and anger.

But I also remember the spirit of unity among our people and the realization of our need for God.  This was bigger than American pride.  We had been brought to our knees all right, but not in desperate humiliation...rather we responded to the crisis with confident reliance on our God.

On this 12th anniversary of the greatest tragedy our generation has ever seen, may we remain in just that same place.  Just where God wants us.  On our knees.  Needing Him.  Trusting Him.  Seeking Him.  Finding Him.

And he told them a parable to the effect that they ought always to pray and not lose heart.  Luke 18:1