By: Jennifer Murray

We Haven’t Forgotten…

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It was a clear, crisp, cloudless morning as I headed to my 8am class at Butler University. Nothing was out of the ordinary except it was just a particularly gorgeous day. My class ended around 9 am, and as I walked the halls of Jordan Hall I noticed that most offices and classrooms had their televisions on, which struck me as odd. I headed to the Speech Pathology office, which was my normal in-between hangout. I walked in to seeing Dr. Reading and a couple of others gathered around the tiny conference room tv. The screen showed a tower of smoke and reporters discussing how a small commuter plane had struck one of the towers.

The second plane hit the tower and time stood still. The realization of being under attack and not knowing what was next combined with the loss of life that we witnessed was so heavy.

Shortly after there were reports of another hijacked plane along with other unaccounted planes.  I lived in the middle of a metropolitan area where the flight path went right overhead. I enjoyed watching the planes fly overhead as I walked to and from classes, but suddenly it felt as if they were missiles. We all felt vulnerable.

My fiancé was interviewing for an internship at an airplane engineering and manufacturing company that supplies the military, so I knew I couldn’t call him, even though I wanted desperately to hear his voice.

The South Tower Collapsed.

I called my dad with a shaky voice. “Are we at war?” “What is going on?” “Who did this?” “Should I come home?” “Am I safe to stay here?”

I headed to my 10am Communications Class and we turned the television on to PBS which was the only channel that was coming in clearly in a room that didn’t get cable.

The North Tower Collapsed.

We watched as people ran for their lives and an enormous cloud of smoke swallowed up Manhattan.

I came out of class into a hallway of eery silence of stunned students who’s lives had just changed forever by the morning events. One girl I knew was clinging to a friend and crying “I can’t get ahold of my dad“.

Like many of us, my story of that morning has no direct connection to the lives lost that September morning, but I still deeply felt grief and the attack on our freedom. I had lived in a bubble of safety,naiveness, and comfort of being an American.  I had never witnessed that much loss of life at once, in so many images permanently burnt in my memory.

I vow to never forget that September morning and my beloved country who was attacked that day.

Even if it’s painful to remember, remember we must. It’s an action we owe them – the victims, the survivors, the military, the rescue workers, the heroes.

We haven’t forgotten and we will continue to help others remember. 




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By: Jennifer Murray

The Summer Of Endless Awesome

The Summer of Endless Awesome

The Summer of 2015 will go down in history as the Summer of Endless Awesome.

So many highlights on the highlight real. So many great memories. So many things I want to never forget.

We had great family travels to The Indiana Dunes, an unexpected overnight in Chicago, and an epic adventure in Texas.

I was able to travel to Washington and Idaho all expense-paid to experience Young Living’s Seed to Seal process first hand.

And Brad and I got to run away together for a couple nights  in New Buffalo, Michigan.

However, there was a lot of good enjoying home time too. There were lazy pj mornings, doors swinging open and shut all day long, swims at the neighborhood pool, strawberry picking, time with family, Bible school fun,  a sweet wedding celebration for our neighbor, trips to the library, ice cream cones, learning to play Monopoly, neighborhood water gun fights, baseball games, soccer games, State Fair visits, and other rowdy shenanigans.

You know those ends of summer where you say “I wish we would have done this or had more time for that…”?  It isn’t ending that way for us. This summer filled us up.

They were only 8 for one summer, and I’m pretty sure we made the most of it. 

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By: Jennifer Murray

Fast Fridays: Strength

Fast Fridays (3)

One thing I love about our family is we do fitness together, whether its taking a run or challenging each other on planks. These boys absolutely amaze me with their strength and stamina. I remember working up to a mile in 5th grade, and these boys can already run a 5K without training!!! They push me and challenge me, but encourage me as well when I can’t physically keep up with them…yet. 😉

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They make it an all-out America Ninja Warrior Competitions out of the playground equipment. {My apologies, preschool moms for the “what not to do” examples my boys have probably displayed}.

I love their drive to do something better, to get stronger, to accomplish hard things. I admire it and want more of it in my own life.

I love that strength isn’t dependent on size and isn’t containable.

Thank you boys, for making your mama stronger in so many ways.


And just for a Friday laugh and amazement, here is Henry planking for over 13 minutes!



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