As I sit and watch the memorial of 9/11, I am still struck by the awesomeness of God. 50,000 people worked in the World Trade Center towers, and that first strike marked plans that were underway to strike multiple blows at the heart of the United States. Had God’s hand not been on us that day, and had the fervent prayers of people around the globe not gone up, I can only imagine the devastation that would have prevailed.
I remember. I remember the tears, the need to be with my family and the gutting tearing desire to do something and knowing there was nothing I could do. I remember the love and compassion that poured forth from everyone, everywhere!
Each year I choose to turn on the news at the exact hour of the first attack. Staying in the heat of the moment helps me to continue to hold to the purpose that drives the fight. During the year, I let the words of the National Anthem and Pledge of Alliance spark memories of that one day and the many days of sacrifice that preceded it.
I will never understand the reasons that spark such hate. But I must not let that hate become the focus. The miracles, the hope and the unity have to be the things I see when the sun rises on days like today.
I will never forget – but I have to choose to live each day with a spirit that remembers and a heart that will reach for something better!
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