I spent today in beautiful Lake Lure, North Carolina. Driving through the majestic Blue Ridge Mountains right through the town of Ruth (literally) and on into Rutherford County (serious!), this trip seemed meant to be.
With a population of only 1,100 people, some might think this place doesn’t have much to offer. But I think this little town might just have the power to change a life.
As I walked along the lake in the beautiful 80-degree sunshine, I looked up at the incredible mountains and felt the undeniable power and might of our great God.
For the Lord is the great God, the great King above all gods. In his hand are the depths of the earth, and the mountain peaks belong to him. – Psalm 95:3-4
And this same God—the one who can move mountains without them even knowing—is the creator of you and me. I think upon this today — on the 10th anniversary of the most horrific attack on U.S. soil — as I rest on a park bench enjoying a perfectly calm, serene Sunday.
On September 11, 2001, evil showed its face in truest form. Innocent people were murdered, families were violently torn apart and a nation was brought to its knees. I remember the horror I felt on that day, as I watched from the side of Route 78 in New Jersey as the Towers burned. And every time I saw the images on television afterward, my heart sank.
And now, 10 years later, the nation still hurts. Families still grieve over the loss of a father, a mother, a husband, a wife, a brother, a sister, a child.
Sometimes I can feel like this blog is trivial. I’m just a single girl looking for love. On days like these, I think, Who cares? I feel like my story is so insignificant compared to the stories of the men and women who lost their lives on that fateful day.
But today, sitting here on the edge of Lake Lure, I’m reminded of God’s greatness. He’s great enough to create mountains so big that I can’t see where they begin or end. He’s great enough to send his comforter, the Holy Spirit, to surround the loved ones of 2,977 people who lost their lives so tragically one decade ago. And today, in a tiny American town, he’s even great enough to not overlook the heart of an admittedly ambitious though cautiously insecure girl, sitting with her notebook in hand, just trying to figure out life.
The majesty of our God doesn’t mean he’s unreachable or hard to find. As the warm breeze comes over the lake and hits my face, I’m reminded of just how close he is.
And my prayer for the loved ones of the thousands who lost their lives on September 11th is that they, too, might know the unending, powerful love of God.
Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? As it is written: “For your sake we face death all day long; we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered.” No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. – Romans 8:35-39
May God bless America, now and always.