Through my writings, the sufferings of a mother who has lost a child is revealed, and at times this suffering has been so overwhelming that I have forgotten that there are those hurting around me. I think that is the fog that hovers over a person, Satan attacking them at their weakest point and then, with much prayer the sun pierces through again. And now, as I awaken from my fog I am shocked at what I have missed.
For the past few years, I have been so consumed with my situation that I have forgotten to recognize the suffering that came on this day 9 years ago when lives were taken out of hatred. I remember exactly where I was when it happened, and how I went to my accounting class (I can remember exactly where I was sitting.), and the professor sent us home to watch the news. Noah and I are sitting here watching the news as though we are with the people in New York. So many lives were lost. Every individual in this country has been affected and continues to be by the events of that day so let us, you and I, say a prayer for our country and the families that were directly affected by the attack. Let us not let this day pass by as any other day, and let us be thankful for for the freedom we have in this country.
What does freedom mean to you?
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