I originally started writing this post the week before Hurricane Harvey was anywhere near Houston. Today the devastation has reached Florida, Georgia, and South Carolina as Irma is leaving her mark on our country. The fires, flooding, and other major catastrophic disasters have hit us in rapid succession. These types of events have a profound effect on us physically and spiritually – clinging to our mind for years to come. Today is the anniversary of 9/11 and with it comes many flashes from my memory of this day.
The day had started like most days did. I was busy getting kids ready for school, listening to the news on the radio when a reporter announced a plane had just crashed into the world trade center. I sank to the side of my bed and waited for more information. Among the chaos and first assumptions about a single passenger plane losing control, I felt a rush of sadness for those who were involved. Little did I know.
My husband was traveling for business in California, and his safety was a major concern. He had been on his way to the airport when the first plane hit. With air travel shut down, we had no idea how or when he would get home. For days I sat glued to the T.V. watching the horrific scenes of the day unfold over and over as I grasped for any new information to bring closure to the grief of our country.
I remember feeling our nation unite as we pulled out our American flags and waved them proudly from our homes, cars, and places of business. Our senses were magnified to airplanes overhead or suspicious individuals – we worked to protect each other. Our hearts were turned back to God as we searched for peace and comfort amid the chaos of an attacked nation.
Faith, Hope, and Love
Our country’s reaction to the recent hurricanes and fires have reflected the true nature of so many Americans. Over and over we’ve seen people risk their lives to save another. We’ve united in prayer for those who were suffering and stranded. Once again we were a nation filled with faith, hope, and love.
My husband and I were talking about the way disaster can bring us to our knees. These events cause us to reflect on our value system and what we hold dear. I find it interesting how human nature turns us to God in times of trouble, yet when life is going smoothly, He is often the furthest from our mind. I wonder how different our world would be if we were to turn to faith, hope, and love every day.
It was not too long ago when we saw finger pointing and calls to stop the hatred after the events in Charlotte. In the midst of all the anger, I wondered where is the voice directing us to God?
I was moved by an article on The American Moms blog discussing the power of teaching our children to focus on love in response to these times of hate and indifference. One comment linked to this article provided a perfect image of what we are doing wrong. This reader said: “We don’t potty train our kids by showing them all the ways NOT to go. Teaching a positive is so much more effective and encouraging than teaching a negative!”
What are we teaching our children?
Who Are You When Nobody’s Watching
There is a reason why a memory is associated with remembering – it helps us remain aware. They are more than just a recollection of what we were doing. They evoke deep emotions influencing how we define who we are.
What kind of people are we if we only turn to God when the world is falling apart? Being authentic is acting the same way no matter who you are with or where you are at. Have we become complacent with the discrepancies between our actions and beliefs, or do we turn to God no matter how good or bad life may seem?
As we remember the heroes from any of these catastrophic events, think about why we consider them heroes. Their actions were a reflection of who they were inside. They did not point fingers cowering in a corner but stood up to do what was right.
What catastrophic event affected your life the most?
Are you the same person today as you were then? I’d love to hear your thoughts and memories,
Reeve, Andrea Candrain.“Teaching Our Kids Love Conquers Hate.” Retrieved from The American Moms (2017).