My prayers and heart goes out for the people who loss love ones yesterday in the attack on our embasy in Lybia. Now they are saying that it was a terriorist attack (duh). The Middle East is like popcorn popping bombs and attacks, I mean we never know what's going to explode next. My mom would always say that the Bible speaks of wars and rumors of wars being a sign of the end of the world. But, how long will it last? I think alot about how the good, hard working people in these places are able to deal with all the uncertainly they face each minute. How does a father protect his family, how does a mother protect her child in the mist of all the turmoil and death? I just cannot wrap my mind around living like this.
Do you ever wonder why we were chosen to be born here? Why others were born into wars? While our 4 yr. olds are swinging on swings, laughing at Sesame Street, and playing with legos, other toddlers see people get gunned down and walk around dead bodies. I can't phanton my granddaughters living like that. Even if it was my "NORM" I wonder if I could be strong enough to handle all the tragedy. Muslin or not, the everyday people that have endured wars, terrorists, and daily hell, I hope they someday find their heaven.
I thank my God daily for the blessings He has given me. Even with all my failings, I know I one day will find my heaven. When I do I maybe I'll be sharing it with people that have lived in hell.
