Monday, September 12, 2011

We Remember.

"Though 10 years has passed, the wounds are still present; emotions still raw."


I couldn't have said it better, myself. 

10 years ago, I was 15 years old.  I sat in health class, and all I can remember is our teacher turning on the television and seeing the World Trade Center tower engulfed in flames.  At this age, I knew terrorists existed, but it was one of those things you only see on TV, and read in the newspaper from across the world.  It was never the thought of, "This could happen to us." We are America.  The greatest nation the world has ever seen.  There is no way, and no possibility.

But on September 11, 2001, that "no way" turned into "today". 

I remember it was a beautiful September morning here in Houston.  The skies were blue and sun was shining.  It was an easy day with health class being the first of the day, and then swim class afterward.  When the announced came overhead, I was speechless.  It was something my 15 year old brain couldn't comprehend.  I was scared, and I was worried.  "Where next? Perhaps Houston and our oil were the next targets?"

My mother called me on my cell phone, and asked if I was okay, and all I could think about was my dad was out of town on business.  I remember my mother assuring me he was okay, and that he would be coming, soon. 

I walked to swim class, and the rest of the day was blur.  I don't remember what happened.  All I remember is going home, and turning on the television, popping in a blank tape, and hitting the red button to record.  I stayed up all night watching the devastation unfold, and hoping and praying for answers.  I truly don't believe I have ever felt such sorrow in my entire life.   

Till this day, the tapes are still tucked away, but memories are still vivid.  And the images from that day will forever tug at my heart.  I remember in our photojournalism class, we were taught to put aside our emotions and capture the raw.  I must say, its a very very hard thing to do, however, when you're behind that glass, its so surreal, and your adrenaline is pumping that I can imagine being in a situation such as 9/11, its almost scary, and you're even hesitant to put your camera down, because in that split second, you leave a window of opportunity for the emotion to overcome you and overtake your job perimeter.  I can't even imagine having to document such, but am grateful to those that do.



Back when I was 15, I didn't have a husband, or a daughter, or a home of my own.  But as my baby gets older, and as the years go by that Jr and I are together... everything we have been through as a couple and as a family...  When you relive such news as 9/11, I think it hits home even harder, because you begin to put yourself in the shoes of the victims, and even those who just witnessed from a short distance.  You can't even begin to fathom what they were going through, what they went through, and how they are healing.

Saturday night/early morning as I sat at watched A&E's 9/11 documentary, it was almost as if I was watching it for the first time since 9/11 happened.  Tears streamed down my face, and all I wanted to do was hug my baby girl, and never let go.  I wanted to tell my husband that as much as we argue and fight, I love him more than anything, and that all we are currently struggling with, we will overcome, because we have a loving God who will see us through.  And then I told myself....  things could always always be worse.  There is always someone, somewhere out there, who is struggling 10x's harder.  And I can't even imagine if they haven't turned their life to over to Jesus.  I remember struggling when I had no relationship with Him... I'm not sure how I ever survived, and sometimes, I still question, but I always have an answer... Him.  All these thoughts were going through my head, and although things aren't looking peachy in the Ayala Casita, they are looking, and we are looking forward...  Just as 9/11 victims are; just as our beloved country is.  We are strong, and we are United. 




President Obama read this Sunday at the 9/11 Tribute/Memorial opening:




God Bless America!  God Bless our Freedom!  And God bless the People!



Faith, Love, & America,
Casey

Saturday, September 10, 2011

MIA & Texas.

For a second, I was on a nice little roll there with my blog, and then life happened.  I forgot how busy I was prior to surgery... never a dull moment in the Ayala Casita. And now that I can move significantly faster than I was 2 weeks ago, mama is on a roll!


I promise, I'll be back next week, or perhaps the following week. eek.  I know, I'm horrible! I have lots of catching up to do.  I actually have blogs ready to be posted, but the images are MIA, and with me being a photographer and all, that's a negative on going live.  So, they are sitting there, patiently waiting until I hit "publish".


As some you know Texas is practically burning to the ground.  Yes, my beloved great state.  Its so sad, and I can't seem to get it off my mind, especially when I can see the cloud of smoke from my driveway.  Its just incredibly devastating, and I can't even begin to imagine what the evacuees, victims, firefighters, and EMS are going through.  Some of them have already lost their homes, yet they continue with their call of duty.  WOW.  Goodness, they are a true blessing!  So so blessed to have these people give so much of their time and energy so selflessly.  It warms my soul, and gives me warm fuzzies to know that in the midst of this fallen world, there is still good, and even in the dark, God shines His light, and uses others to do the same!   What a mighty and powerful God we serve!


On Wednesday, my sister and I were out and about, and when we get together, who knows what might happen. hehe  But on our trip to Hobby Lobby, we "missed" the exit off 249, and drove right into Montgomery and all the way to the Waller County line.  As we inched our way closer to the smoke, it got darker, thicker, and scarier.  From far away, it looks like a big random cloud low in the sky, but when you're under the sky of smoke, its gut wrenching.  My sister and I sat in her truck at a local gas station, just gazing at this inferno that is wiping out homes, neighborhoods, and ranches.  We couldn't believe our eyes, and others around us seemed to have felt the same as they sat waiting patiently with radios and transmitters on, each passing around information as it came in.   So many emotions overcame me... loss, tragedy, worry, scared, hopeless, hopeful, faith, love, disbelief, anger, sorrow.... just everything.  I couldn't manage to hold on tight to just one.... it was an experience that simply cannot be explained.













I must say though...  Although this is a very terrifying ongoing situation, I couldn't help but think, "Wow.  The power of God... the power of all that He created."  I was in awe.   For a second, it put a smile on face.  A smile of knowing that although this is a horrible horrible time for Texas, we serve a God who is greater than it all.  A God who's timing is perfect, and a God who we can fully trust with every fiber of our being.  He is there... in that smoke, in that fire.  He weeps with those who are weeping. Through the smoke and the ashes, He breathes life into those who once never believed.  He brings a new hope, a new trust, and a new calling for the victims, and those with a helping hand, and a loving heart.




"The God of all comfort" comforts us in all our troubles "so that we can comfort others in any trouble." 
-- 2 Corinthians 1:3-4





Faith, Love, and Texas,
Casey

Thursday, September 1, 2011

The Rush Kicks In

So thinking back on my latest blog post about rushing life.
It just made me think.

Why am I in a rush?

I guess with the world being the way it is these days, you feel like any minute now, Jesus, is going to come down in all His glory, and BAM, the Rapture happens.  In reality, Jesus really isn't concerned with my having a second child, or me getting to a point in my business where I can breath a sigh of relief, and he really isn't concerned with my losing the exact amount of weight I want to lose.  When He's ready, He's gon' come.  Whether you, me, we, like it or not. Whether we're ready or not.

As we grow older, life really does fly by.  I remember thinking it was the most odd thing that adults forgot how old they were.  Like, seriously?  But now, I found myself doing math on my fingers just to remember how old I really am.  And then even after, I still question myself.  (math wasn't my strongest subject)

I guess I'm just ready to continue on... ready to be, to love, to grow.  I'm just ready... ready for it all!

But then I think...

I don't exactly have a one way ticket to NeverLand, and neither does my family.  My husband is a little less than 3 years older than me, and my daughter is what seems like 14 already.

There's eventually going to come a time when we will have a full set of gray hair, when my daughter waves us off for college, and when my husband picks out my hot pink electric wheelchair.  There's also going to be a time, when I will forget my age, and then not remember how to count to 10.  And there will come a time when I get to put in fake teeth every morning before watching whatever new soap opera is out or game show.  There will come a time when those pretty lacy panties will be replaced with Depends.  (oh, Dear Lord.)  There will come a time when my daughter will say she hates me and wants to run far far away.  And then a time when she gets married and has her own children.


Geez.

I'm killing myself, here.

Okay.  There will be a time...

A time for everything.


Ecclesiastes 3

A Time for Everything
 1 There is a time for everything,
   and a season for every activity under the heavens:
 2 a time to be born and a time to die,
   a time to plant and a time to uproot,
 3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
   a time to tear down and a time to build,
 4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
   a time to mourn and a time to dance,
 5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
   a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
 6 a time to search and a time to give up,
   a time to keep and a time to throw away,
 7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
   a time to be silent and a time to speak,
 8 a time to love and a time to hate,
   a time for war and a time for peace. 




But for this very moment, the time is now.  
The time is here.  
To be embraced, enjoyed, and well... just had.



{Christmas Morning 2010.  Dead tired?  But that's how us parentals role, right??}


{Aislynn and I this past weekend at her very 1st gymnastics class. ::single tear::}





Faith, Love, and The Rapture,
Casey

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