While getting ready this morning with an anxious heart, Avery kept running across the hallway into my bedroom. I would point my finger at her and tell her to move it back to her room. She could play with blocks, read a book, anything to keep her entertained until my hair was straightened and mascara applied.
She must have run over to me 3 million times. Each time my patience growing thinner by the minute.
And then the special news report screen came on the television. It was to honor the moment of silence, the same time the first plane hit the world trade center. It was me then who ran across the hall and scooped up my sweet girl. We watched the coverage together and as they began to play taps, tears started to fall down my cheeks.
All of my impatience then flew out the window. Here I was holding my precious daughter, while thinking of the ones who lost their lives that day. The family members who were left behind to pick up the pieces. The babies who would never see their daddies again. Sometimes the weight of what happened is too much to comprehend. After you become a parent it settles in even more.
One day I'll have to tell her what happened that day. The evil that exists. Her eyes will see the news coverage and the footage. She'll ask questions. Innocence will one day turn into realization that the world can be a terrible place. After all, we live in a world full of sin.
But praise be to God that we can still have hope. Hope that because of what Jesus did for us, going to the cross, so that we may live if we believe in Him. Hope that although evil exists, Jesus has overcome the world. Hope that no matter what happens in our lives, he is working it all out for our good, to bring himself glory. Friends, September 11th didn't shock Jesus. It didn't shake Him and leave him scattering about for a new plan. He wasn't thrown for a loop. We don't understand why He allowed it, but please take heart knowing that He is in ultimate control.
Let Him be in ultimate control of your heart and life and be amazed by what happens. He is worth it.
After the moment of silence, I wiped the tears from my cheeks. Avery was begging to get on my bed. So, I did something I don't ever do. I held her sweet little baby hands and to her delight, let her jump her heart out on that bed.