Sitting here in a school meeting room preparing my mind and heart for another full day of “teaching” in Thailand. We were discussing our day when it suddenly dawned on me. Today is 9/11. As I announced it to our team flashbacks came flooding back into my mind. Where I was when I heard the news, memories if the images I saw of people jumping out of buildings when the second plane hit the World Trade Center, the confusion in my 14 year old mind as I wondered what this meant and the sadness I suddenly felt for so many strangers. I remember so clearly. So, we prayed. Together, as a band of 5, twenty something women, sitting in a school meeting room in Thailand. We pray for our country.
I do not know anyone who lost their life in the attacks but I believe the hurt runs deep for all Americans. I am siting in a country that embraces us; welcomes us with open arms and hearts. It is heartbreaking to know how much love America receives alongside so much hate others put forth. I know that somewhere I am hated simply because I was born in America. My heart yearns for peace among the nations, but I know that this has and will never happen.
I know The Lord is in control of all things. I know that He has power to change hearts and minds. I know He loves his children. I know He can can create peace at the snap of his fingers. Yet, there are people daily hurting and not knowing the joy He offers. Yet, He allows us to choose. Yet, He waits to return.
My heart hurts now. I am 12 hours ahead of my family and right now they are lovingly cuddled on the couch on September 10, living in the joy of the moment; not thinking about the heaviness they will receive as they wake in the morning. I pray for peace for the hearts of America. I pray for wisdom for our leaders. I pray for love I overwhelm the lives of all.
I am praying for you.
