We’re living in terrifying times.  Fear grasps our throats and we choke on it.  We’re slowly and cleverly being devoured by evil.  It’s a problem old as time.

In my lifetime alone, I’ve experienced the fear of invasion from foreign governments created by the surprise attack on Pearl Harbor.  Again, as I attended elementary school, I remember practice air raid drills, where we’d be ushered to the basement and told to sit and cover our heads.  As time went by, there was the Korean War, Bay of Pigs invasion, the Cold War, Viet Nam, Persian Gulf, Afghanistan.

We’ll never escape evil on this planet. However, if we let that fear rule our hearts, our enemies have already achieved their goal.  Thus it was when Pearl Harbor was attacked on this day in 1941.  No one expected it.  No one was prepared.   No one forgot.  It was a day that continues to haunt us as a nation.

My parents were thinking about the child that would be born in six months.  I was safely nestled in my mother’s womb.  The United States had resisted entering World War II, but the events of that day, meant we could no longer be uninvolved.  Japan sent waves and waves of planes across the Islands of Hawaii, bombed the American ships in Pearl Harbor and Kamikaze pilots plunged into the sea, destroying themselves along with unsuspecting sailors.

Because information couldn’t be transmitted with speed – no CNN – no internet – difficult communication on all levels; it took  a while before all the details were sorted out and the news reached President Roosevelt.  Our nation was devastated.  Our navy  crushed.  2,403 dead and 1,176 wounded.  Our resolve was to “Remember Pearl Harbor” as involvement in this war was inevitable.

The next day was my mother’s 20th birthday, but there was no celebration.  The same kind of fear penetrated the souls across our land.  My parents continued their lives as usual, but this interruption in their journey would forever live in their hearts and minds. My dad was unable to serve, but because he didn’t want to. Young men across our country immediately enlisted to fight against this horrific event.

Unprepared – unsuspecting – thinking we’re beyond something like this ever happening again, our country was attacked 60 years later.  Why weren’t we prepared?  Being unprepared leaves us wide open for vulnerability.  We can never be ready enough.  The same is true on a spiritual level.

This is the season of preparation and repentance – a time to lay all our sins on the table and turn them over to the Savior.  We must be watchful, diligent and prepared in all areas of our lives – especially when it comes to eternity.  Our souls are at stake.



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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3 Responses to ARE WE EVER READY?

  1. Thanks for doing this post- I was in Atlanta with the kids all day yesterday and didn’t have a chance to put something decent together in honor of this day-
    We are never ready and may we also never forget that fact nor of those sacrifices and lives changed forever on that day!!!

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