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“God has a plan for your life.” I have heard the phrase countless times and never really doubted it. But it took a jolt to bring that truth home more deeply.
It happened on September 11, 2001. The morning sun shone brightly as I got our three young children ready to go with me to my aerobics class. My husband, John, was already commuting to his new position at the Pentagon. It was a beautiful day, and my heart was light.
We had just found out we were expecting our fourth child, John and I were about a month from our fifth anniversary, and he was thrilled to be back in the Defense Department after a several-year absence. Even my aerobics class was starting a new session with new songs to learn. Everything seemed full of promise!
I was at aerobics when I heard about the plane hitting the Pentagon. I just kept exercising. I didn’t know where in the building John worked, and though my thoughts started to race,…
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