I’m on the second floor of the Winter Garden by a table (with coffee, of course), overlooking the Hudson River. I came from those windows where you can see the 9/11 Memorial. I used to work by the towers. My heart broke when they went down. I say I’ve moved on. But if this is so, why do I feel weepy?
The breaking softened my proud heart. A few years after the towers fell, we went through an attack from the evil one that took me through the fire of repentance and taught me to trust the future into God’s hands. Today we continue to deal with the effect of Covid in our home. Thus the tears.
I do not mean to have a pity party. I visited with an Asian youth just now as together we looked out at the Memorial. He said to me, “Depression is the result of luxury.” He told me that many countries are experiencing hard times, wars, and even genocide. “These people,” he said, “have no time for depression.” Because of difficult things, I have learned to know God. (I guess it’s kept me from depression.)
I was at St. Paul’s for the ringing of the Bell of Hope at 8:46 a.m. today. To begin the service the pastor read, “Jesus sets before us the hope of the kingdom of God. All that will be broken will be bound up in God’s healing love. All that is marred by weakness and sin will be transformed by God’s reconciling love. It is in this hope that we bring to God our prayers, our selves, our remembrances, and look to God for the new life of the kingdom.”
If you love someone, tell them. Love, Berniece
P.s. Where were you on 9/11?
An Ordinary Life 
I was at the East Carroll Parish Library. Our little library in Lake Providence.
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Elvis saw the happening on TV in the office of the grain elevator. ‘In God we ( must) trust! He’s all knowing about the why’s and the affects.
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I was at Sewing that Tuesday morning, and my husband was in NYC! He was part of a crew from Monterey renovating the Mission building. I prayed this morning for many still grieving the loss of loved ones on that Day
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I was having such a fun day on a perfect weather day when we heard about it. My Dad was working right by the towers at the farmers market and left every thing. Even his blood pressure meds. We did not know where he was till evening
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I was on a jobsite. Building a large home for a doctor that later delivered our children. We were expecting our firstborn, and we had stood on top of the South Tower three months prior.
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I was in the basement of the Kidron church by the kitchen—it was sewing day…
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Your words touched my heart, Berniece. Thank you.
I was in our little trailer house parked on our children’s farm in Western Kansas. We were in the beginning stages of corn harvest. (A few years after my first husband passed away, I married again-a custom harvester and a farmer). I have a picture in my mind: a beautiful blue, cloudless Western Kansas sky, the burnished yellow of drying cornstalks, and the voice of my mom crying while she told me what was happening in New York City. The feeling of unreality; I couldn’t focus on my work. I’ll never forget.
I love you, Berniece,
Starla
Sent from my iPhone
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I was getting gas on the way to Joplin, Missouri, with Emily, for her doctor appointment. We went to the mall later and stores were closing. It was an eerie feeling. Gaylene and I talked that evening and wondered about you and how everything was in NYC
. I think she said it may be the end of life as we knew it.
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I was in bed sleeping – Kaylee was only a month old. My mom and my husband both called me to tell me – Wendell was at work and Mom at Geiger sewing.
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