They Got Me Again...

This time it was NPR on the way to work. The constant barrage of reports on families impacted by Sept 11 is starting to irk me. It's almost as bad as the commercialization of Christmas. Everywhere you turn someone's reporting on this tragedy. Not that I don't care- it just hurts to listen to it. Today it was the story of a man who called his ex-wife from inside one of the towers before he died.
He confessed he still loved her even though she was now married to another man. The woman broke down into sobs telling the story- I 'bout did the same just listening. She said her kids are just like their dad and are a constant reminder of a man she had been in love with when they both were young.
I didn't realize it then, but now as I write it out, I see that I was judging their broken marriage the whole time; as if they deserved to suffer for not keeping their marriage together.
Here is my prayer: Lord, please forgive me for my pride and judgment of others. Instill compassion and humility in my heart. Please heal those broken hearts today Lord. You have blessed us without fail. In your name I pray, amen.