September 11th..... 10 years later....

I started this post on Sunday, as that was the date of the 10 year anniversary, but today is also the day of the 10 year anniversary, so I feel like it fits for today as well....

Today marks the tenth anniversary of the terrorist attack on America... 

       Ten years ago, the day dawned bright and beautiful all across the nation... The kind of day that beckons one outside to enjoy it before winter comes.  An idyllic day that one dreams of...  Little did we all know that the day was going to change the rest of our lives for forever.  I was working on school in the basement when my sister came in and told me that a plane had crashed into a building in New York.  I couldn't even begin to believe that someone would purposely crash into a building... It just didn't happen!  When Mom got home, she turned on the tv and I watched in horror as they replayed the airplanes driving into the towers.    I will never forget that moment...  Watching in horror as I learned that we weren't invincible... We were not a might nation that conquered all.  In fact, someone hijacked our planes and purposely crashed them into the Twin Towers and the Pentagon... And then I learned about the plane that went down in Pennsylvania...

     This song was sung at our church last Sunday in honor of 9/11.... "Where Were You (When the World Stopped Turning) by Alan Jackson.




    One of the things that I miss the most though is the spirit of unity that united our nation against the terrorists who had attacked us.  We rose to the challenge that was before us in beautiful ways... But years go by, and for most of us, it isn't a part of our world anymore...
     And I think that we have lost something that was precious.  And that makes me sad.....  There are children who don't have a parent... Daughters that have gotten married and didn't have a dad to walk them down the aisle, or a mother to help pick a wedding dress... Or parents whose children died... Wives and Husbands separated... All of them still live with this, every day.  Yes, it gets easier with time, but it never goes away.  But how many of us actually think about 9/11 on a regular basis?  Not that the horrible tragedy is something that we should dwell on, but do we stop and thank a fire fighter for doing his job?  For being willing to rush into a burning building, to help save lives?  Do we stop and thank a soldier for fighting for our freedom?  How have we allowed the tragedy to make us better people?  Have we allowed it to stretch and grow us, or have we just continued as we were, content in our little bubble?

     I don't mean to sound preachy, and if I do, I apologize.  You know, we say we'll never forget, and we won't.  But how often do we still remember?  I know I don't remember as often as I would wish to...

   This is really cute, and I found it on Sunday - YouTube had made all sorts of 9/11 videos easy to find.  I thought the horses are adorable, and the sentiment is touching. :)






In His Love,
     Christy