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A goal for the year is improve on follow through. Following through on projects (I have a habit of starting many projects at once, then putting most of them off)…following through on promises, even when it wasn’t “officially” a promise (I need to treat the words “I’ll take care of that for you” the same as if I promised)…and more.
No matter the turnout, no matter good nor bad…I need to treat follow through the same as if I promised…the same as if I gave my word.
When a man makes a vow to the Lord or takes an oath to obligate himself by a pledge, he must not break his word but must do everything he said. — Numbers 30:2
So, to become the person that I am, should be, and used to be (is that confusing yet?)…another step is follow through. One of many, but important.
ad astra per aspera
(A rough road leads to the stars)
from the Apollo 1 Memorial
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It may be the end of the day on September 11, but I thought it only fitting that my devotion today be the word remembrance.
In my 28 years, I have been around for a few major events in the United States and the world. The Challenger and Columbia shuttle accidents…countless bombings…Desert Shield/Storm…September 11, 2001…the Iraq War. And those are just the ones I can think of at this time of day.
I thank my God every time I remember you. — Philippians 1:3
The rest of the passage goes on to explain Paul’s thanksgiving about the Philippians’ response to the gospel. But today, as with most occasions that bring up memories of the tragic events of the past…I thank God for everything I’ve experienced through Him — and the people, Christian and otherwise, who He has let me meet…who He has allowed me to befriend.
I found out a while after the World Trade Center destruction about the death of my friend, Alok Mehta. I had not talked to Alok in a little over five years, since we graduated high school together…but seeing his name on the list of those who perished made it real. I have a pretty weird gift of empathy when it comes to reactions to events like this, but this was different. “It made it more real,” as people say.
So…my way of remembering is in my actions. It’s in the good memories that I hold. And in the pictures I save. So…in remembrance, here are a few photos from the space program disasters (some from my lifetime, some not), as well as some from the 9/11 attacks. All photos are courtesy of NASA except for the final one.
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