Is it really just 24 hours since yesterday?

It feels like yesterday was days ago.

And like yesterday, I spent precious little time reflecting on what day it is.

A friend came over for dinner a few weeks ago and somehow the conversation came around to 9/11 and the more we talked, the more we realized that while the surface has scarred over pretty well, the interior wound is still (forever?) festering. We, all of us, just sat and cried together when we recognized the impact that that day had on us.

So, today, when a friend sent me a link to an article in GodSpy, I read it and was very grateful for it.

There were tiny glimpses of grace in the chaos of 9/11 to be sure, but it's enduring legacy is fear, war, sadness and grief.

There IS one, though, whose legacy is to offer light, not fear. Joy, not grief. Healing, not pain.

And that One is whom I try and remember EVERY day. Not just today, or yesterday, or tomorrow.



Blessed LOVE,

From deep darkness, there is only one path to light. That path is your love and we follow it, grow into it, and with your grace, become it.

Give us, this day,

our daily bread. And forgive us our sins as we forgive those who have sinned against us.

Amen