Thursday, September 11, 2008

Remembering


I remember my mom waking me up seven years ago today and telling me that a plane crashed into one of the twin towers. My still adolescent and sleepy brain struggled to understand the significance and why my mother seemed so afraid. Oddly enough I headed off to school. I believe it was shortly after arriving at school that I heard about the second plane and it began to form in my mind that this was not some horrible accident but something much bigger and scarrier. I spent the whole school day in the semenary building where there were some tv sets turned onto the news and where I felt comfort. The rest of the day was spent watching the same footage over and over again, trying to ascertain just what was going on.

Now seven years later I still cannot hear the song "Have You Forgotten" or "Where Were You" as I heard on the radio this morning or think about those amazingly brave and heroic people on flight 93 and those who risked their lives, and many who lost their lives, to try to save others, and not have tears fall from my eyes.
Passengers, Heroes, who confronted the highjackers.


I remember hearing many people shortly after the attacks saying things like "How could God do this to us?" or "How can God exist when things like this happen?". I personally don't ever remember I time where I heard more stories of miracles and where I saw more people showing Christlike love to those around them. It was an unbelievably sad day for so many and I still cry for those who still have holes in their hearts that cannot be filled but I also thank God for those who stepped up to go and fight for our country, our freedom and our safety since that day.


God has blessed America and I pray that we may continue to live righteously so that He may continue to pour out His blessings upon us.


Here is a video a friend posted on her facebook page. I thought it was a good reminder.