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this morning started in much the same way as it did 11 years ago ... clear blue skies, crisp morning air with the promise of fall. but suddenly it all seemed so wrong. however, allowing our lives to come to a screeching halt is exactly what the terrorists (and satan) would have wanted. they thought that attacking our ideals, and some of our precious lives with them, would bring our nation to its knees.
it did. just not in the way they had hoped. they didn’t account for our hope.
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think about job. God allowed satan to take almost everything that was
precious to job - his children, his servants, his possessions, and even
his health. but the one thing satan could not take was job’s faith.
despite all that happened, job refused to curse God. when an enemy comes against us, they will try and strike us in every way that they think will get to us. they think that if they attack who we are, then they can take away Whose we are.
but they cannot. unless we let them.
i have to admit that i have let them. i am sad to say that i have even cursed God. i forgot that i am not who others think or say that i am. i forgot that i must choose to rise above.
the hope that rose in the midst of such devastation, more than anything, is what sticks with me about that horrible day. and it is what compels me to do the same.
"let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for He who promised is faithful.” (hebrews 10:23)
