Thanksgiving Thursday, Never Forget

Tuesday was the 11th commemoration of the September 11th, 2001 terrorist attacks on the United States that cost nearly 3,000 people their lives. I saw a few personal, normal blessings come along on this anniversary: I was able to complete a project that intimidated me (#177), Wal-Mart is only three minutes away from our house when we need a late night run for coffee (#178), and we all had an early bed time (#179).


But the blessing I really saw that day was the great grace, wild hope, sweet peace, and passionate joy that flooded those who have experienced evil in this world, yet still know that “if evil is seeming evidence to eradicate God from our mental landscape, then doesn’t goodness…testify to the gospel truth of God?”*


I wonder… if the rent in the canvas of our life backdrop, the losses that puncture our world…might actually become places to see. To see through to God. That which tears open our souls…may actually become the thin, open places to see through the mess of this place to the heart-aching beauty beyond. To Him. To the God whom we endlessly crave.”*


We must never forget. Never forget 9/11. Never forget those who died, those who go on, and those who, though they never wanted the title of hero, wore it with dignity, honor, and humility, asking only to serve those around them. And never forget that God is always good and we are always loved.



My Thanksgiving List 9/13/12


173. God’s grace seen clearly in the hard eucharisteo


176. Friends who are friends because they didn’t get on Flight 93


175. Those willing to put their lives on the line to save others (John 15:13


169. The Broncos won their first regular season game


163. Smoked trout tacos


183. Boot season!


161. A day done


168. Being married to a fun debate partner


166. A baby girl, my mama, born 58 years ago this month 


167. A baby growing today in the womb (no, not mine!)


154. A good jogging stroller


182. The American spirit


160. Fully loaded hamburgers


146. Having my wood stove pipes cleaned by a handsome handyman


140. New possibilities


158. My baby’s smile



Please tell me, what blessings have you seen this week?








*A Holy Experience, The Problem of Evil? The Greater Problem of Good

 *One Thousand Gifts, pg. 22

I Will Stand…In Christ Alone

Not long after my dad died, my mom told me a story. She told me how, when the twin towers crumbled in New York City on September 11th, 2001, the foundations of the buildings that surrounded the massive towers were irreparably moved, shaken, and weakened by the destructive fall. They could not stand.

She was telling me more than just a story, though. I had only been married four short years when my dad died; when my parents’ marriage and all that I had held dear shattered at my feet. My marriage’s foundation was shaken. She was talking about my future; she was talking about my choices.

So I went home, made my choice, stood before my husband, and told him the story. I told him the destruction stops here. We may be shaken, but we will not be moved, we will not be torn down, we will not be weakened. We will stand…in Christ alone.

I also made my choice before God. He knew the story of the towers and the foundations of the surrounding buildings, so I didn’t tell him. I just told him where my heart stood. I told him that the destruction stops here. I told him that I may be shaken, but I would not be moved, I would not be torn down, I would not be weakened. I will stand…in Christ alone.

Nearly eleven years later, I am very near another fall, one that has threatened my foundation. But the destruction stops here. I may be shaken, but I will not be moved, I will not be torn down, I will not be weakened. I will stand…in Christ alone.