{Nobody Asks to Be a Hero}

"Today, our fellow citizens, our way of life, our very freedom came under attack in a series of deliberate and deadly terrorist acts. The victims were in airplanes or in their offices: secretaries, business men and women, military and federal workers, moms and dads, friends and neighbors. Thousands of lives were suddenly ended by evil, despicable acts of terror. The pictures of airplanes flying into buildings, fires burning, huge structures collapsing have filled us with disbelief, terrible sadness, and a quiet, unyielding anger. These acts of mass murder were intended to frighten our nation into chaos and retreat. But they have failed. Our country is strong." 

This is the tenth anniversary of the 9/11 terrorist attacks on America.  

Every year on this day my body is covered with chills, my eyes are filled with tears, and my mind swirling with questions.  They say time heals all wounds, but it wasn’t my dad that died that day.  Will time ever heal the wounds of the people who had lives of loved ones so brutally ripped out from under them?

I believe completely in God’s sovereignty, but I also know that it’s easier to trust and believe when it was my dad and my friends that weren’t there that day when they were supposed to be.  God spared them, and I am forever thankful for that.   

Last weekend I attended a football game at Michigan Stadium, an arena seating over 113,000 people.  On the rooftops, perched over the suites and press-boxes were snipers, two on each corner, all around the stadium.  

 You could see them standing tall in the distance,
watching….waiting…ever on alert. This is America now.  

 

The words terrorism or terrorist attack weren’t in my vocabulary before 9/11/01.   I had never heard words like jihad or Al Qaeda, and had no idea who Osama Bin Laden was.   That all changed the day those towers collapsed.  The day the Pentagon was hit.  The day that plane was diverted and crashed in Pennsylvania.   Those words became common in my house, used without thinking because it’s such a part of American life now.  Those words and the people behind them have tried to steal America’s freedom.   Some freedom they stole by taking life itself, other freedoms they stole by invoking paralyzing fear.  

I remember the weeks immediately after, and being scared to go two miles down the road to the grocery store.  Afraid to see Arabs shopping in there, afraid to make eye contact, afraid to be away from my family, afraid of the silence that surrounded all the public places.  Life was eerily quiet for the days and even weeks following 9/11.  People didn’t smile, didn’t laugh as much.  I remember feeling like everybody was simply going about their business as quickly as possible so they could get home again to their loved ones.   

"A great people has been moved to defend a great nation. Terrorist attacks can shake the foundations of our biggest buildings, but they cannot touch the foundation of America. These acts shatter steel, but they cannot dent the steel of American resolve. America was targeted for attack because we're the brightest beacon for freedom and opportunity in the world. And no one will keep that light from shining. Today, our nation saw evil -- the very worst of human nature -- and we responded with the best of America. " 

In the days following the attacks, the news continued to replay footage as more bodies were being uncovered and the likelihood of finding additional survivors dwindled.  I remember standing around the television with my friends from high school and their families, as there was talk of reinstating the draft.  My friends were all talking about what they would do, if they would willingly go fight for their country, and how they wanted to defend America’s freedom.  In the next few years, two of my friends did enlist, and one of them has served three tours overseas in Iraq and Afghanistan.  

"This is a day when all Americans from every walk of life unite in our resolve for justice and peace. America has stood down enemies before, and we will do so this time. None of us will ever forget this day, yet we go forward to defend freedom and all that is good and just in our world."

I am proud of the Americans that will never forget and never relent.  I love the Americans that resolve to never give up on the idea of freedom that our Founding Fathers fought for, lived for and died for.   I still tear up every single time I hear the National Anthem because of what happened that day.  My favorite line?  The phrase guaranteed to make me cry even reading the simple words? 

And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there

Knowing that there are people in this world that want our flag to stop flying in this country, it makes me grateful every time I see it waving proudly.  I thank God for the freedom He has so graciously allowed this country to have, and I pray that as Americans we do not take it for granted.  He has blessed us with it, but He can also take it away.  We should not turn our backs on Him as a nation and we should certainly not take this freedom for granted. 

I thank God that He saw fit to spare my dad and my friends from being in New York City that day, but my heart goes out to the families that had a different fate.  I hope they turn to God as the one and only true comfort in life.  

Never forget.

{quotes from Address to the Nation given on 9/11/01 by President George W. Bush}

{hello monday} summer edition

{hello summer, going by so quickly....}

{hello summer storms and yard work galore}

{hello long chats with friends over yummy ice cream

hello perfect way to cool off after a long hot day}

{hello new headset at work, making life so much easier

hello long hours, but thankfulness for paychecks}

{hello to finding things to make me laugh out loud

hello to choosing the glass half full rather than empty}

{hello to flowers and sunshine

hello to picnic table suppers and strawberry lemonade}

What are YOU saying {hello} to this week?

{hello monday} inspired by Lisa Lenorard as seen here {link}.

The tale of Benjamin Bunny...

Over the past month, my flower gardens, which were well on their way to becoming an array of beautiful blooms, have turned into barely more than a pile of dirt, stems, and scattered pieces of green foliage. 

Why?

This little feller.

Oh yes, there is no denying his cuteness.

Or I'm sure his extreme softness.

And I might even "ooh" and "ahh" when I see him sitting there
always looking so cute 'n stuff.

But don't let him fool you.

He's a devious little fella.

There is practically nothing left of those beautiful blooms.

The bright yellow pansies are completely gone, and I only have a stray stalk of geranium left, which I am attempting to salvage.  I dug up pansies and put them in that planter in the above pictures, hoping it would discourage Mr. Bunny from partaking.

But as you can see, he just hops his little butt right in there and makes himself at home. 

We've sprinkled pepper on the plants, but that doesn't do a lick of good.  He watches me do it, and then starts munching the minute I go back in the house.

We've chased him with the hose, but he just sits at the edge of the yard until we're done making fools of ourselves. 

I admit, he has this cute little white streak down the front of his nose and I just love watching him....

So yeah, Mr. Benjamin Bunny certainly got the hook-up this summer with some mighty expensive rabbit food!  So here's to you, my little fuzzy friend... hope you enjoyed it.