It’s a strange thing, rejoicing something so beautiful as an entire nation turns its eyes towards remembering something so awful. And yet, somehow, it’s so very right.
The God who allowed the unforgettably horrific events of 9/11/01 was the same one who reigned sovereign as my husband and I walked through choking years of loss and secondary infertility. That same God blessed us on 9/11/10 with a daughter who has brought joy and hope not just to our family, but to so many others… even as He knit a thread of slow healing over the hearts of a nation torn apart.
I believe He can do it again.
I believe He is still able to take the messy chaos of the sin and anger and fear that has gripped our country and show it for His glory.
I believe it because I lived through 9/11/01.
I believe it even more because I have lived every day since 9/11/10.
Happy birthday to the girl called Birdie. May you never cease to point others back to the Father who so lovingly allowed such beauty and happiness to grace our lives.