My neighbor called me this morning to ask if I was watching The Today Show because they were apparently rerunning their broadcast from the morning of 9/11 (she found out about the attacks from that show). Since I'm currently at the mercy of local programming and have no cable or satalite I wasn't able to watch what she wanted me to watch. She called me because we had spent that day together.
I remember it being a beautiful day that morning. HubbaDood was going to be two years old that following October. HubbaHoney and I were making plans to add another member to our family (HubbaDette). We had only been in the house for about two months and I was standing on the landing at the bottom of the steps in the foyer trying to hang curtains when my phone rang - it was my sister telling me to turn on the television. This was after the second plane had hit.
I'm not sure what happened after that; I just know my neighbor and her son and my sister-in-law ended up at my house for the day. We were glued to the t.v. wondering what was happening to the world as we knew it. I remember the kids going haywire while we stared at the t.v.
I'm not one to think too much about the future and it's not typical of me to get "distracted" by such issues as the future (typically). I thought more about the future of my family on that day and that following week than ever before. But I didn't ask the typical questions like "why". I have an understanding of "why". My understanding is that there IS death, there IS pain, there IS sorrow, there IS evil in this life "under the son" (Ecclesiastes). Since death is unavoidable, my only goal is to be pleasing to God so that in the end I and my household get to heaven. Part of that journey is to seek and save the lost.
"Well done, good and faithful servant..." (Matthew 25:23 -NKJV)