to remember

I can't help it. I cry ever September11th.  Sometimes I wonder if I always will.

I didn't know anyone who died that day. I had no connection to New York.  I had no relation to anyone in any Fire or Police Department.  And still it hit too close to home.  I suppose, because The United States of America is my home and because I was young and pregnant with my first child and I was glued to that tv screen with so many others. I watched the live coverage as the second plane hit and everything I thought was safe about America fell with those buildings.

Someone said, we all collectively grieved. We did.  And, that, too, was new and strange and life-altering.  We all felt fear.  We all wanted hope. We all sought and gave comfort, state to state, across the country, and for the first time in my life, I felt a surge of pride and I understood patriotism.  For a while, a hateful act created an intimacy spanning would be chasms.  In the face of hostility, we united.

And people couldn't stop talking about it.  I don't think they wanted to stop talking about it.  Because the talking helped.  And it connected us all in an astonishing way.

And so I want to remember.  I want to tell my kids about that day I wish hadn't happened.  Even though, they won't ever really 'get it', it's important.  And honestly, I sort of hope I always cry.

Comfort

"For You, Lord, have helped me and comforted me." Psalm 86:17

The air is chilling early and I'm not ready to say goodbye to summer.

 Home at long last and I feel betrayed by the sudden turn of weather.  The warmth has comforted me for so many days and how I wished for it when I was away.

 But seasons change in atmosphere and life and I cannot live nostalgic always for last week.

So, remembering that He was faithful to bring me back,  I find comfort in a cozy sweater, hot coffee, immersion in a steaming bath.  I allow God to bring to mind that His mercies are new every morning, His peace is for each day, His warmth available every moment.  In the crazy, cold times of life, wind howling with my soul, I recall that He gave me a sound mind.  That it is His unfailing love which cheers, that He comforts those who mourn, that grieving is painful but God's presence alleviates.  Yes, the flood of verses, memorized, He presents me in time of need and chill.  And always there is relief in grace.

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