Tuesday, September 18, 2007

God is ALWAYS in control

Well, my boys are well into their football season, and I am the loudest mom on the sidelines!! I cheer for the whole team!! I love my boys playing football, and football teaches them so much more then just plays. My middle boy had an away game, and I think he got bus sick, but he still played the entire game, and of course he yakked afterwards, but he did finish the entire game. That taught him perseverance, and not to give up, and stay with his task at hand. I told him I was very proud of him, and not once did he think of giving up. And my youngest, has learned that it's not cool to bully smaller kids. He is a bit of a bigger child and could easily bully, but he sees other smaller kids being bullied on the team, and he goes over and tells the bullies that, he would like to bully them. Well, they usually stop bullying, and they leave the little ones alone. I think that kids nowadays have lost the fun, and the learning experience, that can be learned from team sports.

It's not about the final score, it's about the path that was taken!!


This is not a true story, but it is very heart warming story!!!


A man from Norfolk, VA called a local radio station to share this on September 11th, 2003. His Name was Robert Matthews. These are his words.
"A few weeks before September 11th, my wife and I found out we were going to have our first child. She planned a trip out to California to visit her sister. On our way to the airport, we prayed that God would grant my wife a safe trip and be with her.
Shortly after I said amen, we both heard a loud pop and the car shook violently. We had blown out a tire. I replaced the tire as quickly as I could, but we still missed her flight. Both very upset, we drove home.
I received a call from my father who was a retired New York fireman. He asked what my wife's flight number was, but I explained that we missed the flight.

My father informed me that her flight was the one that crashed into the southern tower. I was too shocked to speak. My father also had more news for me. He was going to help. He said, "This is not something I can just sit by for. I have to do something."
I was concerned for his safety, of course, but more because he had never given his life to Christ. After a brief debate, I knew his mind was made up. Before he got off of the phone, he said, "Take good care of my grandchild." Those were the last words I ever heard my father say. He died while helping in the rescue effort.
My joy that my prayer of safety for my wife had been answered quickly became anger. I was angry at God, at my father, and at myself. I had gone for nearly two years blaming God for taking my father away. My son would never know his grandfather, my father had never accepted Christ, and I never got to say goodbye.
Then something happened. About two months ago, I was sitting at home with my wife and my son, when there was a knock on the door. I looked at my wife, but I could tell she wasn't expecting anyone. I opened the door to a couple with a small child. The man looked at me and asked if my father's name was Jake Matthews. I told him it was.
He quickly grabbed my hand and said, "I never got the chance to meet your father, but it is an honor to meet his son."
He explained to me that his wife had worked in the World Trade Center and had been caught inside after the attack. She was pregnant and had been caught under debris. He then explained that my father had been the one to find his wife and free her.
My eyes welled up with tears as I thought of my father giving his life for people like this. He then said, "There is something else you need to know."
His wife then told me that as my father worked to free her, she talked to him and led him to Christ.
I began sobbing at the news. Now I know that when I get to Heaven, my father will be standing beside Jesus to welcome me, and that this family would be able to thank him themselves.
When their baby boy was born, they named him Jacob Matthew in honor of the man who gave his life so that mother and baby could live.
This story should help us to realize two things. First that God is always in control. We may not see the reason behind things, and we may never know this side of Heaven, but God is always in control.
And second is that though it has been several years since the attacks, we should never let it become a mere tragic memory.
Please take time to share this amazing story with those you love.
You may never know the impact it may have on someone.


FlipFlop Mom said...

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FlipFlop Mom said...

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1) When you were a little girl.. what was your favorite place to for peace and quiet?

2)What do you do as a mother that you thought you would NEVER do as a mother?

3)Do you have a special talent or skill that not many people know about?

4) What would I see if I opened your fridge at this very moment?

5)Backstreet Boys or N'Sync??