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If you look really closely Avah looks just like me!

Sweet memories!

A man from Norfolk , VA called a local radio station to share this on Sept 11th, 2003, TWO YEARS AFTER THE TRAGEDIES OF 9/11/2001.His name was Robert Matthews. These are his words:A few weeks before Sept. 11th, my wife and I found out we were going to have our first child. She planned a trip out to California to visit her sister. On our way to the airport, we prayed that God would grant my wife a safe trip and be with her. Shortly after I said 'amen,' we both
heard a loud pop and the car shook violently. We had blown out a tire. I replaced the tire as quickly as I could, but we still missed her flight. both very upset, we drove home..I received a call from my father who was retired NYFD. He asked what my wife's flight number was, but I explained that we missed the flight.
My father informed me that her flight was the one that crashed into the southern tower. I was too shocked to speak. My father also had more news for me; he was going to help. 'This is not something I can't just sit by for; I have to do something.'I was concerned for his safety, of course, but more because he had never given his life to Christ. After a brief debate, I knew his mind was made up. Before he got off of the phone, he said, 'take good care of my grandchild. Those were the last words I ever heard my father say; he died while helping in the rescue effort.My joy that my prayer of safety for my wife had been answered quickly became anger. I was angry at God, at my father, and at myself. I had gone for nearly two years blaming God for taking my father away. My son would never know his grandfather, my father had never accepted Christ, and I never got to say good-bye.Then something happened. About two months ago, I was sitting at home with my wife and my son, when there was a knock on the door. I looked at my wife, but I could tell she wasn't expecting anyone. I opened the door to a couple with a small child.
The man looked at me and asked if my father's name was Jake Matthews. I told him it was. He quickly grabbed my hand and said, 'I never got the chance to meet your father, but it is an honor to meet his son.'He explained to me that his wife had worked in the World Trade Center and had been caught inside after the attack. She was pregnant and had been caught under debris. He then explained that my father had been the one to find his wife and free her. My eyes welled up with tears as I thought of my father giving his life for people like this. He then said, 'there is something else you need to know.'His wife then told me that as my father worked to free her, she talked to him and led him to Christ. I began sobbing at the news.Now I know that when I get to Heaven, my father will be standing beside Jesus to welcome me, and that this family would be able to thank him themselves .When their baby boy was born, they named him Jacob Matthew, in honor of the man who gave his life so that a mother and baby could live.This story should help us to realize this: God is always in control. We may not see the reason behind things, and we may never know this side of heaven, but God is ALWAYS in control. Please take time to share this amazing story. You may never know the impact it may have on someone.. God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the called. Give thanks to the Lord for He is good. His love endures Forever. Psalm 136:1

One of my friends e-mailed this to me and normally I don't even take the time to read these e-mails and consider them junk. This one def. hit home! As you know if you are reading this my father passed away in September of 07' I still cannot believe that it will be almost two years that we have not seen him. It breaks my heart every day to know that he will not be able to spend time with Avah but to know that she will never know her grand-dad. When I was pregnant with Avah I thought okay this won't be that bad. But everyday since I have had her I think about my dad wishing that he would get to hold her and spend time with her. When I see Colin holding Avah I enjoy and soak up every minute of it because there really is nothing more beautiful than a father holding his daughter, Like story above I was able to be the last one to talk to my dad. He said I LOVE You and it was such a blessing to know that those are the last words he said to me. A week later I received a package in the mail that was from my dad and it had a letter in it. If any of you know my dad doesn't write letters. It was a blessing to have that. So even though my heart is still filled with pain for losing my dad, I do know that God has a plan for everything. This major event in my life has caused me to re-think my Christian walk. It has also helped to grow as a person! I don't know if my dad was saved or not? But at least I can rest my faith in Jesus and be assured that if he was and if I walk in his path I will be saved and shall to find out if he was..............