This weekend people all across the United States paused to remember the events of September 11, 2001. We were brought to our knees as we thought again about that day, and we particularly remember the heroism displayed by the many folks who gave their lives to save others.
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Perhaps most telling is the fact that everyone seems to remember what he or she was doing when news of the tragedy broke. The events of that day were so significant that the moment is forever seared in our memories. People refer to 9/11 as "the day the world stopped turning."
Of course, the world did not stop turning, and that fact is what brings me most comfort. I remember that day in September particularly because dear friends of ours had a baby on September 9. They had wanted a child for a long time, and September 9 brought the blessing of a healthy, beautiful little girl. And guess what day they brought her home from the hospital? September 11.
I can remember someone's saying "How awful to bring your baby home on a terrible day like this. The joy of that moment will forever be tainted by the horrible events of this day."
I think, though, that the opposite was true. September 11, 2001 was a terrible day, much like December 7, 1941, forever immortalized as "a day that will live in infamy." But for some of us, it's the day that a wonderful little baby came home from the hospital. Her presence in the world was like a signal that, even though evil people with terrible plans were at work in the world, much good was still present. God is still at work, and His good overcomes evil, even on a day like that one.
That little baby? She's a beautiful girl who is now 10 years old, a wonderful girl who has never ceased to delight everyone with whom she comes in contact. And her name? Grace. Happy birthday, sweet Grace. You are a gift from God.