"…And she smiles at the future." ~Proverbs 31:25

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9/11: Remembering the terror and the hope

Last week I had an appointment in a medical facility that used to house the offices of my obstetrician.  As I traipsed down the hall toward my new doctor’s waiting room, I glimpsed something familiar out of the corner of my eye that stopped me in my tracks. A flood of memories washed over me…memories of the Tuesday morning, exactly ten years ago today, when I sat in one of these same chairs while the world, as we knew it, changed.

Fifteen weeks pregnant with our third child, I had been eagerly anticipating my early-morning prenatal visit when suddenly, the waiting room TV began to pour forth shocking images. The newscasters were breathless as they reported, in high-pitched voices, the unspeakable acts of terror that had been committed. I sat frozen in that chair, stunned, unable to comprehend or absorb what was happening, as the reports continued.

I’m not sure now how long I sat there—riveted to the box in front of me, gaping at the destruction and horror being broadcast—before I was roused by the realization that someone was calling my name. Numbly, I followed a nurse to the exam room while myriad emotions battled within me. Fear. Anger. Injustice. Shock. More anger. My heart turned leaden as I contemplated the precious, tiny life inside me and the bleak world into which he (or she?) would be born.  I can remember that sadness descending upon me like a weight…

…until the good doctor came in, and the Doppler device was brought out…

…and a beautiful sound filled the room.

For the first time, I enjoyed the blessing of hearing this unborn baby’s heartbeat, strong and healthy. (I still get chills just remembering it.)  I heard that glorious sound—the remarkable sound of reassurance and relief— just minutes after seeing the disturbing footage that was being delivered to the waiting-room occupants and to the rest of a horrified country…and yet my spirits were lifted by the assurance that this tiny child was alive and safe.

I began to rejoice. I began to dream of a peaceful world for all our babies—one free from terrorism and its accompanying gloom. I began to pray that this miniature, unborn person might grow up and help make this world better. I began to believe that with God’s help, he (or she?) truly could.

Today, I am praying for all those who suffered loss in that tragedy, and who continue to suffer. Today, I am thanking God for all the brave ones, the unselfish ones, who came to the aid of those in need. But especially today, I am praying for the families of the unborn babies who perished as a result of the terrorist attacks. Especially today, I am praying for a group of children around my daughter’s age—over 100, now-9-year-old boys and girls who never had the privilege of meeting their earthly fathers because of this senseless tragedy. Especially today, I am praying for their mothers, who had to try to explain the inexplicable.

There is a better world coming. A perfect world.

Let’s be ready!

“For our citizenship is in heaven, from which also we eagerly wait for a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ.” Philippians 3:20

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If You Give a Kid a Zoo Trip

If you (being the really brave soul that you are) decide to take six kids to the zoo for the afternoon, chances are they’ll want a picnic to go with it…

…and if you picnic in a great park with a beautiful lake and the weather is unusually nice for your area, they’ll probably want to go feed the ducks….

…and because you’re a really-well-prepared-for-anything kind of mom (yeah, right) you will have brought lots of bread and crackers for just that purpose, and will be surprised that you have to work hard to keep it out of the teenage boys’ mouths (even though you just ate supper during the aforementioned picnic) and in the end it won’t matter because the pigeons will have taken over everything anyway…

…and if you’ve brought along your 9-year-old tomboy who loves nothing more than hunting down birds and catching them with her bare hands, then she’ll probably attempt to take one of those pigeons home with her, and if there are exposed tree roots she’ll probably trip over one during the chase and slam her face into a tree hard enough to make it turn black and blue over the next few days…

…and chances are that if that happens, and if you’re a distracting kind of mom, you’ll steer everyone toward an open field where they can exert all that pent-up energy BEFORE you crowd in for the ride home, and your normally-calm-and-cool teenagers and their normally-calm-and-cool teenage friends will suddenly be doing somersaults…

…and wrestling…

…and chasing each other…

…and stealing each others’ shoes…

…and taunting each other (Why are boys are SO competitive?)…

…and moving so fast that you, the mom with the camera, can hardly snap a picture that’s not completely fuzzy (but you will love them anyway because they perfectly represent the BLUR of activity that was this day)….

…and you will rejoice that even the injured one is still smiling…

…and that someone finally sat still long enough for your to get a really great shot…

…and at the realization that these kids really do love life, especially the little things…

…and while you are still rejoicing, your oldest son might reach into his backpack for some ChapStick but accidentally pull out a stick of eye-black instead, and everyone will think it’s such a hilarious close call and decide that they all (“You, too, Mom!”) should get blacked up for the trip home…

…and chances are, that while walking back to the parking lot you will watch these silly, energetic kids and remember how your own mom used to always say, “Teenagers just want a place to be together. They really don’t care where.”

….and chances are that while you’re thinking of wise sayings right after a trip to the zoo you’ll also remember how, when you were a little girl, every time you’d ask where your mom was, your dad would retort, “She went to the zoo to see a monkey like you!”

…and you’ll decide that that’s not quite as profound but that it’s still a really nice memory to have…

…and  if all that happens, as you drive home you’ll be thanking God for such an exhausting, fun day with people you love…

…and chances are…you’re going to want some sleep to go with it.

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