I weep when deep sorrow or great joy knocks me off my feet. My tears are no longer for myself--but for all those God has placed in my life to know and love. At times--I weep for someone I have never seen or will never know. When the strings of my heart are tugged--the tears now come and often flow.
I began my day with prayer in remembrance of our great loss and the stark reminder we suffered on this day thirteen years ago. A reminder of the presence of evil---a reminder of our vulnerability---a reminder of life's briefness.
I prayed for those who lost loved ones, those whose lives were forever changed, and the leaders of this great country then and now.
Driving down the road early this morning, I heard a song on the Christian radio station I listen to---it caused the tears to begin to fall. It reminded me of what we are blessed with, and how fragile our claim of freedom can be. I wept for the loss of life and the security I took for granted. As "The Star Spangled Banner" played, I thought of the multitude of times in my life I have stood for our National Anthem and never counted the cost-- I wept.
I am reminded today of the great cost of freedom---the huge expense of precious lives which mark the cost of liberty---and I pray we never forget---or become complacent ---or loose count of the millions upon millions of tears which have fallen so that we may awaken every morning with the freedom to pray for our great country.
What a nightmare that season was ... there were no words. And still it's hard to gather letters together to make sense of it all ...
ReplyDeleteA moment in time--forever etched on our hearts, Linda.
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