And Yet They Came.

September 11, 2014

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One blue sky morning, there it was.
The smoke.
The flames.
The ashes.
The chaos.
The panic.
The carnage.
The bodies.
The disbelief.
The confusion.
The screams.
The cries.
The lives lost.
The lives found.
The running away.
The smells.
The sounds.
The silence.

And yet they came.
The uniforms.
The plain clothes.
The running toward.
The searching.
The finding.
The animals.
The giving.
The climbing.
The living.
The dying.

Among the rescuers were …
Fathers.
Mothers.
Husbands.
Wives.
Brothers.
Sisters.
Sons.
Daughters.
Rookies.
Veterans.
Students.
Neighbors.
Co-workers.
Citizens.
Souls.
Friends.

Grief holes don’t close; they scar around the edges so that the water that washes grief forth can still carry it out.  May we always remember the holes and the water that mark the first responders that day … and those who are the left-behinds of the ones who gave all.  May the one true Living Water course through their grief holes and give them the peace that only He can give.  And may He continue to bless America.

Godspeed.

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Thursdays are Splashers Days here at itty bitty bucket, the days when we focus on organizations that are doing beautiful work in this hurting, broken world.  Today, instead of focusing on organizations, we focus on the heroes:  the fire fighters, the police, the doctors, the nurses, the paramedics, and the military who rushed toward, not away from, the rubble; the ones who thought first of their countrymen and not of themselves that day thirteen years ago.  We also recognize the first responders who were ordinary citizens who joined the frontline of defense that day by rushing to find the lost, to care for the wounded, to save the dying, to wrap themselves around the broken-hearted left-behinds.  May we daily become more like them.

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