Thursday, September 11, 2014


2 Samuel: 

 2He said:
“The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer;
3my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge,
my shield and the horn of my salvation.
He is my stronghold, my refuge and my savior—
from violent people you save me




I sit here this morning with a heavy heart, thinking back to the dreadful day.   9/11/01.   I remember it as though it was yesterday.   While I don't know anyone personally that was a victim of tragic day, my heart still breaks.  I think about those that were supposed to be heading to work that morning and for some reason got delayed or didn't go.  I think about those that weren't supposed to be there that day, but for some reason or another were.  I think about those survivors.  I think about those that lost their lives.  I think about families and how those events must affect their families.


I believe that there also has to be some good that came out of that day.  What that good is, I'm not sure.  Maybe it's a father who realized that spending time at their child's baseball game, dance recital, or band concert was more important than the after work drinks with clients.   Maybe it was a mother who realized that sitting around a kitchen table for dinner was more important that the long office hours she had been putting in.  Maybe it was the daughter, son, friend that decided to take a moment out of the day to call someone on their heart, "just because".

  Forgiveness..... love....trust....faithfulness.....loyalty......kindness......   These are things that I think about today.


I pray for everyone affected by 9/11 either directly or indirectly.  Let us never forget.


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Friday, May 9, 2014

God's endless mercy

We were settled in for the night this past Wednesday night.  Then my husband's phone rang. It was 10:20 p.m. but, a local number, so I had him answer it.  He sat on the edge of the bed and then I heard him say "he's not had one in 6 years"  My heart sank, I didn't have to hear anymore.   My 14 year old son was in Savannah for his 8th grade field trip and had just had a seizure in his hotel room.  My husband handed me the phone because you know us mamas, we've got to get the details for ourselves.  I talked to the teacher and the paramedics and ultimately to my son.  He does not remember talking to me, but I at least heard his voice and that helped on the long 4 hour drive we were about to have to Savannah.


On the way, the teachers were in constant contact with us.  The pediatric ER physician called and told me he looked great and what the plan was and to please take our time and drive safely.  My son's middle school principle called us to make sure we were  O.K. and to tell us he was in prayer for Ethan and us.


But, in the midst of all of this God has endless mercy for us.  He is faithful to us.  He never fails us.  His love is never ending.  It is so apparent in the way in which this whole scenario played out.   For some reason my husband had taken a vacation day for Thursday.  We had some things we wanted to do and I had a couple of things I needed to do.  I had taken myself off call from my job because of the things I "had to do".    We had gone to exercise earlier that day and decided to get a iced coffee.  While we were getting coffee we noticed that a new gas station had just opened up.  For some reason, on a Wednesday, something we would normally NEVER do, we gassed up the van not knowing we would need to leave for Savannah in a moments notice.   I'm so thankful my son had the roommates he did, that realized that Ethan was having an emergency and had the knowledge to get help.  In this day and time, unfortunately that doesn't always happen.  I'm so thankful that my son had teachers that had a plan for emergencies and that they acted appropriately and quickly.  I truly believe that God has a well orchestrated plan for our lives.  I believe it was HIS grace and mercy that was at work Wednesday night into the wee hours of Thursday morning.  

I am heartbroken for my son that he didn't get to finish the trip he had looked forward to the whole school year.  But, I'm also thankful for grace and mercy that the situation was not any worse.  Again, it was God's hand at work in our lives.

My son has a follow up with his neurologist next week.  We pray for good results.  However, no matter the results, we know we are ALWAYS in the palm of His hand.

Lamentations 3:22-23

New International Version (NIV)
22 Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,
    for his compassions never fail.
23 They are new every morning;
    great is your faithfulness