This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope. It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every moring: great is thy faithfulness. The Lord is my portion saith my soul: therefore will I hope in him. The Lord is good unto them that wait for Him, to the soul that seeketh him. It is good that a man should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the LORD. Lamentations 3: 21-26

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Seven Years Ago Today...

...I was the mother to a thirteen month old and an almost four year old. We lived in a teeny tiny town out where the sandhills start, about ten miles past nowhere. I think seven years ago I got up at about the same time as I did today--later than I planned. The boys and I were walking daily with a friend of ours; and after getting them ready we went downstairs to watch something Barney-ish. But instead we found devastation on every channel.

My friend arrived, not having turned on the television that day. I let her in and we sat and watched and cried in disbelief as the terrible day unfolded. I called my husband to see if he knew what was going on. I called my family, nine hours away. I called almost all my friends in my phone book that day, just to hear their voices.

Seven years ago, today, for me at least, the world changed.

We are grateful no one we knew was lost that day. But people we knew were shaken. Men my husband worked with were in one of the Towers the day before. The brother-in-law of woman I walked with was in an office building so near the World Trade Center that he saw people falling, and even jumping to their deaths.

At the time it seemed like nothing would ever be the same, but as with all life people moved on and things kept happening. But today we stop and remember. There aren't very many moments that I remember exactly where I was when something happened somewhere else in this world. But I remember where I was "When the World Stopped Turning."

God bless the heroes who were there seven years ago today. God bless the heroes who are there everyday for all of us. God bless the heroes who serve in our armed forces, who fight for freedom.

Where were you seven years ago today?

Monday, September 8, 2008

Things I Know to Be True

There are just some things in life that are undeniable facts. Such as:

If your husband is in a different time zone your mother-in-law will certainly call. At a rather late hour.

And since you love the man so much, you will take the call because you know he is already asleep and if you don't she will proceed to call him and wake him up.

And you know that if he should choose to sleep through the call (yes, there's a lot of history in that statement), your mother-in-law would call your father. Who would then panic and call you to make sure you aren't like, you know, dead or something. (Not that I would have any experience with that happening before. Or anything. Much.)


Other true things:

If your husband might be in that still same different time zone, appointments you have been waiting for WILL become available. NOW. And you have to choose to take your sons with you or find a baby-sitter.

Which really doesn't help with school.

Especially since another there is another true thing:

If your husband still has his watch set for a different time than you do, at least one of your sons will have a crisis in remembering how to...oooooooooooh...say... do math, read, and get ready for bed, and possibly some other things.

This son will, however remember exactly where every button you have is, and talentedly push them.


At the same time.

And you will have a meltdown of epic proportions.

And finally, a new thing I learned to be true...

If the second set of keys to your car are in another time zone. With the man you are married to, of course. You will go to Sam's Club. Get items you need. Load them in the trunk.

And then lose the car key in the five steps to the drivers seat.

Did I mention the trunk release is broken, not only in the car, but also on the key fob?

No? Well, it is.

Did I mention the key fob and the key are separated?

No? Well, they are.

These things would allow your very orderly, oldest son to try to think of two hundred ways to help. None of which are practical, but sweet, nonetheless.

It would also allow your youngest son to panic and think you might have to live in the parking lot of Sam's for, oh... say... a few weeks at least. And have to go to the bathroom. All of a sudden, like.

This would allow you to have the time to realize that if someone had left the second set of keys (which operate NOTHING in another time zone at the house, you could call a friend, have her come pick you up and go get them.

But he didn't. So you can't.

Thankfully you at least might have unlocked the car to load the trunk, using the key to open the trunk so the car alarm wouldn't go off.

This would also, thankfully, allow you NOT to have to dump the contents of your purse on the parking lot. The backseat worked much better, thank you.

And mercifully, after only ten or forty people have seen you making a spectacle of yourself, you will find the key.

And then you will realize as you drive home, you could have managed to get into the trunk via the back seat. Which apparently your sons know how to work, but failed to remember during the crisis. So you would have found the key not to be there anyway. But would have made a much more brilliant spectacle.

After getting home and unloading the contents of the car you will find the only thing that will make life better is a nap.

Those are things I know to be true.