Remembering

Several posts on Facebook over the last few days have asked the question: Do you remember where you were on 9/11/01?

I remember. I remember getting dressed and going in to work that morning thinking it was just like any other morning. I remember walking into the school and hearing TVs running. I remember wondering why, since that wasn’t policy. I remember, just a few feet inside the door, a teacher telling me that planes had flown into the Twin Towers. There was some debate as to whether there’d been an accident or whether we were under attack at that point. Not much, but a little. Within a very short time two more planes came down, and we knew.

I remember. I remember stories of those who helped others escape that day, who lost their own lives helping others. I remember stories of families who lost loved ones, who received that last call or message, and the strength it gave them even in their sorrow. I remember all those who fought for my country, our country, and came back. And I remember those who didn’t. I remember the lessons we learned that day and in the days following about hope, about continuing on, about giving of ourselves for others, because I continue to see that type of strength, love, sacrifice, and courage echoed in the faces of people I meet everyday. I remember, and I’m thankful.

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About thrugracealone

I'm a country girl raised city. I prefer open windows to AC, love a good thunderstorm, and enjoy hearing the owls and seeing lightning bugs. A bit old-fashioned, maybe, I can recognize many trees by name, resent elms and weeds, wish for a large garden and canning skills, and hope someday to downsize and get a few acres in the country. I am blessed with a terrific church, a good job, a sturdy house, two cats and a yard full of strawberries and mulberries in the right season. Some of my other favorite things to do are spoiling nieces and nephews, reading, swimming, biking, long walks, and blogging, of course. One of my favorite stories is creation. My abbreviated version goes like this: 1In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. 2Now the earth wasa formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters... And God moved... And God said... And it was very good. If God can speak to darkness, to an earth without form and void, and make something like this that we see everyday, and make it very good (and it was even better before the Fall!), He will surely make something wonderful out of the dark, void situations I sometimes find myself in. He has, and it's been very good. Two top posts: Can a Person Lose their Salvation? http://wp.me/p1CY5z-1R Baptism! http://wp.me/s1CY5z-baptism

Posted on September 11, 2011, in Meandering thoughts. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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