Remember when you wanted something so bad? It could be an object, a pet, a project, a person, a property or a position. Well, you got it! And whether or not it lives up to your full expectation, it’s yours. Work with it now. Own your desire, own your intent, own what you manifested. Yes, it yours… Now work with it. This is maturity. #Counsel4Living
If you’ve impacted my life by something you did or did not do… I appreciate you.
If knowing you close-up or by association has encouraged my growth… Thank you.
I’ve woven every experience into the fabric of who I am today. And for every soul I impact for good… You’re a part of that.
Grace and Peace be unto you and yours today.
With gratitude on this Thanksgiving day,
I’m loving this song.
Smile, laugh, dance. Take charge of your emotions, your thoughts, your life…
I’ve been in New York City for some days now. I think this is my fourth or fifth time here in two years for combined business and recreation. As I stand at the double doors of my eighteenth floor suite, I can look down into the 911 memorial. Two holes in the ground transformed into fountains where thousands stroll by daily to commemorate what once was. Planted trees and running water represent life. Life lost, life sacrificed and lives continuing, though scarred by the absence of family and friends who passed on here. In the short distance for just a brief glance up, is the new structure which rose “out of the ashes”. Towering into the sky at 1776 feet, the One World Trade Center looks down on the memorial in respect as its proud successor. Every one who sees it gets the message… “We will not be cast down.”
I remember where I was, the day of the 911 attacks. I was sitting in the parking lot of a tile store in a suburb of chicago. Determined to replace my bathroom tile, I had the contractor and now sought the perfect tile for this particular bathroom in my home at the time. Earlier that morning I was in a parents prayer meeting at my daughter’s school, when someone briefly mentioned that something was happening in NY. With no televisions or radios present I can remember noting the information, but being clueless about the magnitude of what was occurring.
I drove away from the school in silence, still reflecting on what had been on the hearts and minds of our parents prayer group. Raising kids, paying tuition, seeking quality education continually, supporting the administrators and faculty… We covered it all. It was not a small endeavor. My child, then a third grader, now a third year college student.
I sat in the parking lot of that tile store in silence as an overwhelming sense of dread, then grief, swept over me. I had no idea what was happening in New York, but I felt something heavy looming. Instinctively, I knew when I went into this store I would learn why all of a sudden I felt incredibly sad. As I entered the store I saw clerks huddled around a television with their hands clasped over their mouths. When I got a glimpse of the tv I saw the planes, the flames, the people jumping from above, the clouds of smoke and dust, people running with soot covered faces… I didn’t buy any tile that day. I left that store and called my family.
Now here I am, twelve years, two months and seven days after that tragic event standing between the memorial below and the new structure above. Here I am right between the two. How could I not take time to reflect and pray. Why am I standing here just now? I don’t take it for granted that I’m here looking at where many passed on. That I’m here from an elevated place of comfort sharing this with you from my iPad. That I’m here…, whole. Karla Taylor, child of God, daughter, wife, mother, friend. Twelve years later still praying and reflecting, how could I not share, with gratitude. Simply because I’m here.