I don't remember what I was doing. I do remember watching the news. I remember the sadness in the air...the atmosphere was full of sadness and brokenness as the air was full of smoke. I remember drawing a picture of what I was seeing--trying to use art to comprehend in my four year old brain what had taken place.
My heart hurts even today for everyone affected by the attack on 9/11...it always will. That day will remain one in history that scars our nation. It cut deep, but the love and community ran deeper. The beauty on this day is the way people came together--all people. There were no stereotypes, no labels--we were human, united in our love for each other and the nation we call home. There was love. There was community.
I am reminded on this day of a song that we have been singing at Christian Student Fellowship at my university. The words, sung out loudly by hundreds upon hundreds of college students, tell this story: "I've seen many searching for answers far and wide, but I know we're all searching for answers only you provide, because you know just what we need before we say a word. You're a good, good Father. It's who You are; it's who You are. And I'm loved by You. It's who I am; it's who I am. You are perfect in all of Your ways."
Never Forget.
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