Sunday, September 11, 2011

A Sign of Hope

I remember the events of 9/11/01 vividly. I remember where I was and I remember receiving a phone call from my husband who had spoken with his father, recounting what had just happened. It was unbelievable that planes had hit the World Trade Center. It had to be a mistake. It had to be a terrible accident. 

Though no one in my family knew anyone who lived or worked in those areas of the attacks, our hearts were rocked by the events that were taking place hundreds of miles away from us. 

Three days later, another set of events in my life brought my family to its knees. We lost my father in law due to tragic circumstances. A trip he was taking with his son that went terribly wrong. 

When people speak of the events that happened in the three areas of our nation on 9/11/01, I feel that I have a deeper understanding of the loss the families experienced that day because on 9/14/01 we sustained our own loss. 

My husband says he can remember every day of September 2001 as if it were yesterday. He hates the month of September because for him it means remembering a horrible day on 9/14. I can tell you where I was on 9/14 when I received the worst call of my life. The remaining events of the month are scattered in my brain as a blur. I tend to block out certain parts of my life. Blocking the memory helps me move forward. 

Ten years later, my family is still trying to move forward. We are no longer all together. My brother's siblings are living their own lives. My husband and I remain steadfast to honoring his father and mother by standing firm beside my mother in law in her grief and continued trials. You would think a decade would help wipe the pain away. I imagine for all of the victims and the families of those victims of 9/11, the decade means little. 

I've heard accounts of people who have been able to turn their life around following the events of 9/11. I love hearing those stories. It gives us all a sign of hope that in God, through His Son, nothing is impossible, and that there is hope. 

On September 13, 2001, as workers moved rubble trying to find survivors, one worker found four crosses standing upright in the rubble. One was raised and now stands as a monument at Ground Zero.

You see, God is everywhere. No matter how we are attacked, He is with us. He will be here in the end, no matter who sues the government to have this monument removed, no matter where we send our soldiers to fight for what is right. God's presence is all around us, even when we experience our darkest hour.

In closing, I wanted to share a post my husband's grandmother put on our Facebook page yesterday. It brought tears to my eyes thinking of what my family and our nation has been through.


Grandmother wrote:  I have tried to copy a beautiful poem in remembrance of Bill. I keep messing it up so I will take that as a sign that it wasn't meant to be copied. I will try to write one verse. 
"Perhaps my time seemed all too brief; Don't lengthen it now with undue grief. Lift up your heart and share with me God wanted me now, He set me free."  
Bill would not want you to be sad because his life was full of good friends, good times, great laughs, and lots of love. Yes, he left us way too soon and left a void. Oh, did he like to laugh. We should try to find joy in the little things like he did. Love,GM


May God Bless you, who have known grief, who have experienced pain and loss and trials. May you remember you are never alone and never forgotten in His eyes. 

Turn your eyes upon Jesus. 
Look full in His wonderful face, 
And the things of the earth will grow strangely dim, 
In the light of His glory and Grace.
Hymn written by Helen H. Lemmel, 1922





With sincere prayers for all who lost someone on 9/11,

Christy LaShea
www.christylasheasmith.com

1 comment:

  1. That was beautiful to read Christy!

    Sorry for your loss!

    My family also has a tragedy we remember on 9/11, this year we were remembering the 20th anniversary of my grandfather's death and you're right about time, it may take away the sting but not the memories or the emotions :)

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