I woke up this morning with a sigh.
I wanted to shut my eyes and not remember the horrible pictures of death and destruction which had happened.
I went to the coffee maker and made a cup of strong coffee. As the day of the attack, I was at work and doing the same thing, trying to wake up.
I hung my head and a shed tear.
I thought about this passage in my novels, and it gave me solace and comfort.
Let me say, I ‘m not a spiritual person. I don’t think I have a Godly bone in my body. However, I know there’s a Higher Power and that helps me.
We may not know why this horrible thing happened on 9/11 . . . but to accept the good and evil.
I thank God or the Higher Power for the great and good gifts given me everyday. That is reason I am comforted.
I hope this brings some small bit of peace.
Lots of love, Emily
“Better now?” Lord Cromwell patted Charmeine’s back.
He took the glass and put it on the coffee table.
Charmeine was in awe he was kind to her. “Uriel was good, and Cromwell, you are . . . evil.”
“That is where your black and white philosophy of the world fail you, Angel. What makes you think that my works have NOT created a higher consciousness in humanity?”
He moved the glass to the other side of the coffee table and sat directly in front of Charmeine looking her in the eyes. “Do humans not band together in times of need and strife? Does humanity not rise to overcome death and destruction? You do not realize the darkest times have brought God’s light and love to the forefront. God knows this. You said earlier, God knows everything, and I know He does, absolutely. But there is always free will.”
“Cromwell, you have caused so much death, destruction, pain and heartache . . .”
“Yes Angel, but I am part of His design. How can you be so black and white in your thinking when you have witnessed one of the most hideous and insidious acts portrayed on humanity in millennia on 9/11?”
“You?” she asked with terror in her eyes.
“No! NEVER!” he vehemently replied. He looked hurt as he gazed into her eyes. He shook his head in disgust. “That act was senseless and horrible. Humanity all over the Earth came together and screamed to God in a shout of alarm. God heard their prayers, thoughts, fears and woes.”
He shook his head and ran his fingers back through his long blonde hair. “God is omnipotent, but there is a grand design which only God knows. No Angels, not even Archangels has knowledge of what God knows. We only know bits and pieces of God’s grand design. But you have to realize everything on Earth, Heaven and Hell are part of His design . . . even I have a purpose.”
“So, you didn’t?”
“No. Angel, that pointless deed was portrayed with free will,” he said as he gently touched her forearm.
Lord Cromwell touched her cheek and sighed at the feel of her skin under his fingers. “I have had a purpose all along. You, my Angel, only see the black in my assignment, but believe me, there are more shades of grey than you know in my mission. God knows all, and we may struggle to find the purpose, but we cannot.”