The Accidental Pastor's Wife

I was getting the kids ready for school and my husband called from work telling me to turn on the TV. We sat infront of the tube for hours with "oh my's" and "god" coming out of our mouths (mine, not the kids). I wondered whether the kids should go to school but friends and TV said, stay normal, so we went, but I quickly returned home and was a zombie with Peter jennings. It was eerie, no sounds outside, no planes, except the fighter jets monitoring the city, which made it even eerier.

We were laying in bed. The alarm had just gone off and the news was reporting that a plane had hit one of the towers in NYC. I was wondering how a plane could possibly hit a building. Only later, after we had gotten up and dressed did the whole thing start coming together.

For our generation, it will be like Dec. 7, when Pearl Harbor was bombed. What will the future hold for our kids?

I'm Canadian but it was huge here too. My husband was a youth pastor at the time and that morning we had a young lady from our youth group show up on our doorstep telling us she was pregnant and didn't know how to tell her boyfriend and family. My husband left me with her and he went to work. When he got to the church he called me and told me to turn on the TV. We turned it on right in time to see the 2nd plane crash. What a crazy day. The scenes of people jumping out of the windows still haunt me. That young girl and I sat watching the tragedy unfold on TV and it helped to put perspective to her personal struggle of being an un-wed mother.

I was teaching music to third graders. We were preparing for our annual Grandparents Day program. Earlier in the summer, I planned for the program to be all patriotic music. Such a God thing. We were actually singing "America the Beautiful" when an administrator came in the room and whispered in my ear, "Some crazy man has just flown a jet into the World Trade Center. Act calm. We are not telling the elementary students, but the secondary students will be gathering together in the sanctuary to pray."

I found out later that one of my best guy friends from high school, our valedictorian, was killed in the second tower. It was his lifelong dream to live and work in NYC.

I read Revelation the night before b/c I was getting back into my fsith and "felt" like reading it. And just prior to reading it I had finished a movie about a terrorist who hijacks a plane to try to run it into the ground in downtown LA. Crazy stuff!!!
YPW

Nope, I'll never forget, that's for sure. As I was relaying the horrible news to my husband on the phone, he asked, "is this the end?" Dark days no doubt lie ahead, but our God is good and sovereign and He holds the victory!