September 11th is a memorial day for our country. It is also a memorial day for me personally.
Last year on September 11th my mom passed from this life to heaven. My brother, sisters and I sang to her as she took her last breath.
This year on September 11th at 1:14 am I am writing this with my laptop propped up on a couch pillow and a precious new life in my arms ~ my brand new granddaughter. Just days ago she took her first breath.
Gramma T and Ezra burning the midnight oil
After my mom’s accident, in one of my darkest moments, God gave me a promise. I found it in Psalms 27:13-14 after begging God to give me something to hold on to. He did. The verse says that if I wait on Him, I WILL see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. And I have. Many times over.
Today, His promise is fulfilled once again. And I am reminded of the circle of life.
Instead of feeling the sting of death on this memorial day, I feel my mom’s presence as I embrace this new, beautiful season of life. A season she embraced when my son Shaun made her a grandmother for the first time. I feel her smiling face as I snuggle his daughter in my arms. I rest knowing that we are both enjoying the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living, each on a different side of eternity.
I pray for all the people who suffered loss on this day that they too would experience God’s goodness in some small or big way as a reminder that his promises are true.
We will never forget September 11th collectively or individually. We must also never forget His goodness even if we are not feeling it in a given moment. We must hold onto the promise that this life is temporary and that He came to redeem all that is broken.
His promises are true. We need only to believe.
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens
