Posted: Thursday, September 13, 2012 4:11 pm
Eleven years ago, it was also a Tuesday morning when I was home. I was going through my morning routine, immersed in quiet moments with myself, God and a cup of good coffee.
The phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. It was my grown son.
“Mom, do you know what’s going on?”
“No,” I replied, “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. Turn on the TV. Please.”
So I turned on the TV to a news channel. I didn’t know what I was watching. Two news anchors were on the screen with New York in the background clouded in smoke.
“Son, I don’t know what’s happening, but it’s bad. Very bad,” I told him. “How did you know?”
“I didn’t know if the guys at work were playing a joke or what.”
“We need to pray.”
And we did.
I dropped to my knees in the middle of my kitchen and prayed.
I still do.
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