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Remembering where I was


It's nearly 2 AM where I am and I can't sleep. I just woke up suddenly and then remembered what today is.


I've been reading through different blogs while trying to feed myself back to sleep with milk and cookies. Kristen reminded me that this world's foundations are shaky, but our Rock is not! And Jennifer reminded me where I was this day 7 years ago.


I was working my very 1st night as a labor and delivery nurse. I, as was always done with rookies, was given whoever walked in laboring that night. The momma-to-be I had was laboring fast! So fast that I caught that baby as he was coming into the world before the doctor got there.


I remember shaking in my boots, having to call the not-so-friendly-to-new-nurses-doctor to inform him that his patient had already given birth. I remember listening to him yell at me and me looking to my supervisor for defense. I remember being excited despite the unprofessional chastisement I was receiving from the physician. I just delivered a baby!!!! Actual, the mom did, but you know what I mean. I was stoked to have been so hands on with God's most amazing miracle!


I remember returning to the mom's room to check on her. I remember she turned on the t.v. and all of us in the room watched in horror as we became aware that the first plane had hit the world trade center. I remember hearing the mom cry and looking at her baby say, "What kind of world have we brought you to!"


I remember at the nurses station, when I came out of the room, the other nurses were in shock! We all watched the news in between caring for patients and informed each other of the latest.


I remember hearing someone say, "Oh my God they've hit the Pentagon!"


I remember not sleeping for hours when I finally got home, but just sitting in front of the T.V. watching the world be violently changed.


I remember praying and asking God for wisdom in the days that I live.


This morning as I reflect on all these memories I'm reminded of Psalms 46:



God is our refuge and strength, A very present help in trouble. Therefore
we will not fear, Even though the earth be removed, And though the mountains be
carried into the midst of the sea; Though its waters roar and be troubled,
Though the mountains shake with its swelling. Selah There is a river whose
streams shall make glad the city of God, The holy place of the tabernacle of the
Most High. God is in the midst of her, she shall not be moved; God shall help
her, just at the break of dawn.

The nations raged, the kingdoms were moved; He uttered His voice, the
earth melted. The Lord of hosts is with us; The God of Jacob is our
refuge. Selah Come, behold the works of the Lord, Who has made desolations in
the earth. He makes wars cease to the end of the earth; He breaks the bow and
cuts the spear in two; He burns the chariot in the fire. Be still, and know that
I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth!
The Lord of hosts is with us; The God of Jacob is our refuge. Selah

Comments

  1. I'm awake as well, Sheila. Thoughts jumbled and on the verge of tears.

    The portion of Scripture you wrote on your comment at my blog...that is going to get me through today. He is going to get us through...today.

    Thank you. Send some cookies my way? ;)

    Much love, Kristen

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  2. Until I read your post, I didn't realize it was 9/11. Thank you for the reminder to pray for the folks that lost loved ones on that day.

    Please forgive me for not linking to you sooner. I'll do it right now.

    Blessings,

    Lori

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  3. I was at home and I was in shock. I wasn't so in tune with God at that time,but I knew we had took a turn for the worse. I love that scripture!

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  4. We are all remembering the lost and those continuing to fight.

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  5. Lots of new experiences for you to go through all on one day. Thanks for sharing something so personal.

    Many blessings-
    Amanda

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