weekend review {not really a review at all}

I actually had an AMAZING weekend but I didn't take one picture on my phone or camera to prove it! Sometimes it's so needed to just put down the technology.... everything that connects us to social media (which I'm ridiculously addicted to) and just enjoy each moment. LIVE in each moment instead of trying to "capture" each moment for the blog or instagram. You know?

On another note, a friend posted this on facebook and I just had to steal it.

Have you ever thought, "Where was God on 9/11 when the World Trade Center and the Pentagon were attacked?" Well, I know where my God was on the morning of September 11, 2001, and He was very busy!

He was discouraging people from taking those four flights. Together they could accommodate more than 1,000 passengers, yet there were only 266 aboard. He was on those four flights giving the terrified passengers the ability to stay calm. Not one of the people who was called by a loved one on one of the hijacked planes mentioned that passengers were panicked, nor was there any screaming in the background. And on one of the flights, God gave strength to the passengers to overcome the hijackers.

God was also busy creating obstacles to prevent people who worked in the WTC from getting to work on time. The work day had begun, more than 50,000 people worked in the two towers, yet only 20,000 were at their desks. On that beautiful morning, God created scores of unexpected traffic delays, subway delays, and commuter train delays. A PATH train packed with commuters was stopped at a signal just short of the WTC and was able to return to Jersey City. And far more meetings were scheduled elsewhere than was usual.

God held up each of the two mighty towers for a half hour so that the people on the lower floors could get out. And when He finally let go, He caused the towers to fall inward rather than to topple over, which would have killed so many more people. The foundations of six surrounding buildings were demolished by the fall of the towers, but God held them up for many hours until all the occupants were safely evacuated.

And when the WTC and Pentagon buildings went down, my God picked up almost 3,500 of His children and carried them to their home for all eternity. He also sat down and cried that 19 of His children could have so much hate in their hearts, that they did not choose him, but another god that doesn't exist, and now they are lost forever.

He sent people trained in dealing with earthly disasters to save those that were injured. And he sent in thousands of others to help in any way they were needed. And He brought people together across the world in a way that moved thousands to tears and hundreds of thousands to prayer—and caused millions to turn to the one true living God.

He still isn't finished. Every day He comforts those who lost loved ones. He is encouraging others to reach out to those who don't know Him or believe in Him. He is giving the leaders of our great nation the strength and conviction to do the right thing, to follow His will, not a popular poll.

So if anyone ever asks, "Where was your God on 9/11?" you can say, "He was everywhere! And, in fact, he is everywhere today and every day." Without a doubt, this was the worst catastrophe most of us have ever seen. I can't imagine getting through such a difficult time without God at my side. Without God, life would be hopeless.

Oh my heart! When I crawled out of bed at 6:30 this morning to pack Eric's lunch, I was more than a little irritated at the lack of sleep I received. Between my husband's sniffly nose and his daughter's attempt at escaping the womb through BOTH of my sides (I didn't even know those moves were possible. but whatever she was doing in there felt like she was going to explode out of my left and right side) I was feeling a little sorry for myself. And then I re-read my friend's facebook post and wow. Way to be humbled, right? Instead of feeling irritated, my heart is so full. Today I choose to be grateful that we had a fridge full of food so that I could pack Eric a good lunch. I choose to be grateful that Eric has a steady job, and that despite his lack of sleep due to his sniffly nose, he is gone working a 12 hour shift because he's such a hard worker! I choose to be grateful for our miracle daughter that is growing inside of me. I will go to my doctor's appointment and (hopefully) receive good news that she is still growing healthy and strong, and then I'll enjoy her crazy movements the rest of the day :) I choose to be grateful that I'm an American. I choose to remember.