One Tuesday Morning
Ok...I know Denise has read this and I'm almost positive Jenna has. Never did I realize when I bought this book over a month ago that I would be as moved by it as I am.
Since God only knows what time I have been reading this book, I now sit at Ch. 17...absolutely frozen. How can anyone go through all those families did on September 11, 2001. Do people realize we are coming up on the 5th anniversary. Tonight, it has completely hit me why people are so irrate about the Towers being built again. That is no longer a place of bustling businesses; rather, it is a place where thousands of families were torn apart by a life changing event. There is no way in hell if that was my family I'd want the same activity to resume there. Not one year or five years or even twenty years down the road. I would want it to be a place where people could come to remember loved ones. To remember the horrors that happen and not simply go back to everyday life thinking that it is the same. This is the memory that will stay with me the rest of my life as the day that changed things in history.
I remember where I was and what we were doing. It is so hard to believe that hours away, in our own country, such tragedy was commencing. My teacher's son lived and worked in New York and she was terrified when she couldn't get ahold of him. All we could do was sit and watch this tragic event unfold. We were completely helpless to all those people losing their lives.
Tonight, reading the moving words of Karen Kingsbury, I came to realize the pure fure running through these families lives. The desperation and anguish they were feeling. I sat in tears reading about two men passing each other on the steps and one of the men seeing a picture of the little girl in his helmet. This brave firemen was entering into unknown territory with thoughts of his daughter and wife lying heavy on his heart. And during his final moments, he sat with a woman in her 20s - married - along with his partner and brought people within that room to Jesus.
My life is missing this. I read devotionals, but I don't truly experience the one-on-one, heartfelt relationship that these men did. I want that for myself. I want to give God control. Life is precious and I don't want a moment to go by that my family and friends doubt my love for them. That moment could be my last. None of those persons went to work that morning expecting anything less than to return home to their families that night. Unfortunately, terrorists took their lives unexpectedly and they could only hope to be delivered home to their Father. I want to KNOW without a single doubt in my mind that should I die at this moment, I am going home to be with the Lord. I want to give him back the control of my life. Not only is that what he deserves, but my life is so much smoother when he is in control.
I can only imagine being the wife of a man whose life could be taken at any moment. I've always known that I could not be an army wife and I passed it off mostly attributed to the fact that I wouldn't want my husband to miss out on our daily life as a family together. But, I realize now that I couldn't be the wife of someone in the military or firefighting or police work because of the simple fact that lives can so easily be taken at any time. I don't want to live in constant fear that my husband won't come home tonight and I will receive THE call.
For those that do live daily life like this, you are braver than I can imagine. THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart to you and your families for putting your lives on the line for your fellow Americans. Thank you.
Yes, that uncertainty exists at anytime and I cannot guarantee that my husband will always be a part of my life. But, I can guarantee that I will live each day to the fullest and love with all my heart. I want my family to never doubt and know within their hearts the deep love I carry for them.
This book has reminded me of the pure fear I felt that night when I went home. The fear of not knowing when my life was going to be taken. Of war. I was 16 and I will never forget the journal entry I wrote with terror that war was going to break out and I would be losing friends or family to it. No person should have to go through that fear. No individual should lose their family members.
Reading this book has made me realize how grateful I am for everyday. For the "certainty" that I have with Aaron's career as a graphic artist. For the nights that I won't spend awake wondering if a fire is going to take his life as he fights to save others or if a bullet from a gun take his life as he fights for our country.
No, tonight I was grateful to know that Aaron was safe in bed, sleeping. As I sat shaken by feeling September 11 all over again, I could help but want to hold him and show him my love. Instead, I called and when he answered, I told him I loved him. That is all any of us can do. Love more each day and live life as if it was our last day.
Since God only knows what time I have been reading this book, I now sit at Ch. 17...absolutely frozen. How can anyone go through all those families did on September 11, 2001. Do people realize we are coming up on the 5th anniversary. Tonight, it has completely hit me why people are so irrate about the Towers being built again. That is no longer a place of bustling businesses; rather, it is a place where thousands of families were torn apart by a life changing event. There is no way in hell if that was my family I'd want the same activity to resume there. Not one year or five years or even twenty years down the road. I would want it to be a place where people could come to remember loved ones. To remember the horrors that happen and not simply go back to everyday life thinking that it is the same. This is the memory that will stay with me the rest of my life as the day that changed things in history.
I remember where I was and what we were doing. It is so hard to believe that hours away, in our own country, such tragedy was commencing. My teacher's son lived and worked in New York and she was terrified when she couldn't get ahold of him. All we could do was sit and watch this tragic event unfold. We were completely helpless to all those people losing their lives.
Tonight, reading the moving words of Karen Kingsbury, I came to realize the pure fure running through these families lives. The desperation and anguish they were feeling. I sat in tears reading about two men passing each other on the steps and one of the men seeing a picture of the little girl in his helmet. This brave firemen was entering into unknown territory with thoughts of his daughter and wife lying heavy on his heart. And during his final moments, he sat with a woman in her 20s - married - along with his partner and brought people within that room to Jesus.
My life is missing this. I read devotionals, but I don't truly experience the one-on-one, heartfelt relationship that these men did. I want that for myself. I want to give God control. Life is precious and I don't want a moment to go by that my family and friends doubt my love for them. That moment could be my last. None of those persons went to work that morning expecting anything less than to return home to their families that night. Unfortunately, terrorists took their lives unexpectedly and they could only hope to be delivered home to their Father. I want to KNOW without a single doubt in my mind that should I die at this moment, I am going home to be with the Lord. I want to give him back the control of my life. Not only is that what he deserves, but my life is so much smoother when he is in control.
I can only imagine being the wife of a man whose life could be taken at any moment. I've always known that I could not be an army wife and I passed it off mostly attributed to the fact that I wouldn't want my husband to miss out on our daily life as a family together. But, I realize now that I couldn't be the wife of someone in the military or firefighting or police work because of the simple fact that lives can so easily be taken at any time. I don't want to live in constant fear that my husband won't come home tonight and I will receive THE call.
For those that do live daily life like this, you are braver than I can imagine. THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart to you and your families for putting your lives on the line for your fellow Americans. Thank you.
Yes, that uncertainty exists at anytime and I cannot guarantee that my husband will always be a part of my life. But, I can guarantee that I will live each day to the fullest and love with all my heart. I want my family to never doubt and know within their hearts the deep love I carry for them.
This book has reminded me of the pure fear I felt that night when I went home. The fear of not knowing when my life was going to be taken. Of war. I was 16 and I will never forget the journal entry I wrote with terror that war was going to break out and I would be losing friends or family to it. No person should have to go through that fear. No individual should lose their family members.
Reading this book has made me realize how grateful I am for everyday. For the "certainty" that I have with Aaron's career as a graphic artist. For the nights that I won't spend awake wondering if a fire is going to take his life as he fights to save others or if a bullet from a gun take his life as he fights for our country.
No, tonight I was grateful to know that Aaron was safe in bed, sleeping. As I sat shaken by feeling September 11 all over again, I could help but want to hold him and show him my love. Instead, I called and when he answered, I told him I loved him. That is all any of us can do. Love more each day and live life as if it was our last day.