Started the morning off with waking the girls. They were taking the ACT this morning. I was headed out for a 13 mile run. It was really early and things didn’t start perfectly getting everyone going. But it ended with kisses, hugs and the promise to pray over them as I ran.
The meaning of this day never escapes me. I was on my Walk to Emmaus in Gallant, Alabama at Camp Sumatanga. It was a time truly set apart from this world. No phones, no computers, no tv’s. Nothing that would connect us to the world for 72 hours except for the wonderful people serving us in His name.
We were informed by our Spiritual Director after the events of the morning had passed. We had several women attending that had children in the military. We had several women attending that had husbands, brothers, fathers in the military. We had a few women attending that had family working in the areas affected by the un-speakable tragedies. We were allowed to call home. But miraculously, not a single woman left. We spent 72 hours seeking God on Holy ground. We learned a lot, revealed a lot, prayed a lot. We were exactly where He needed us to be. We left that Holy place better equipped to serve Him. Better equipped to handle the changed world we were going back to.
It was hard. I had just experienced one of the Holiest times of my life. I can’t remember feeling closer to God than during that 72 hours. But we had to go home. Back home to a place that was forever changed.
Everyone was grieving. Everyone was scared. I was rejoicing in my soul. He had rescued me again. The same way He was rescuing our nation in the days after the horrific acts against our nation.
I’ll be sharing my story in the weeks ahead, but suffice it to say this…. my life has been about grief. While I don’t know the suffering that millions encountered, I do know the sadness of grief and mourning.
I also know the Mighty One who turns mourning into joy.
Praying that you know Him too and that you are choosing grace and kindness as you remember all those who lost their lives on September, 11, 2001. I am grateful for all the men and women who have and continue to serve and protect our freedom.
It’s going to be really hard to choose! I’m going to leave this post up until Monday.. give you plenty of time to comment this weekend.
Share with me how you are remembering and sharing His grace this weekend. I’ll pick a winner on Monday morning.