I awakened this morning with a subtle heaviness on my heart. I knew what the day was and what it meant. It’s 9-11, the day that America the Beautiful was attacked and would never be the same. It is the day that eighteen years ago, I was sent home early from school, only to receive a frantic call from our son who lived in New Jersey at the time. His pregnant wife worked only four blocks from the World Trade Center. All of the phone towers were inoperable and he couldn’t contact her to make sure that she was all right. Our daughter-in-law saw some horrible sights that day and cannot even talk about it or watch a single memorial about the awful events. But thanks to the hero firefighters and paramedics who saw that she was pregnant, took her out of the fray of the rushing crowds trying to flee and washed all of the dust off of her, wrapping her in blankets and eventually putting her on a ferry home about midnight. Those were long hours of not knowing where Melissa was and how our first grandchild-to-be was doing. But imagine with me how long the day was for the victims, their families, and survivors, for the first responders, for the administration in Washington deciding the American response. The tragedy continues because so many are still dying from the effects of the dust from 9-11. There are others suffering from PTSD after having witnessed the horrors of the event and also the survivors who may be living with the guilt of surviving while so many others died. I am posting these images not to horrify you, but to ask that you remember and give thanks for a country that is still free, for a country that has “In God We Trust” as our motto and for the grace of God that has kept the rest of us safe for the last eighteen years.
From Facebook yesterday:
❤️On this day 18 years ago . . . 246 people went to sleep in preparation for their morning flights. 2,606 people went to sleep in preparation for work in the morning tomorrow. 343 firefighters went to sleep in preparation for their morning shift. 60 police officers went to sleep in preparation for morning patrol. Eight paramedics went to sleep in preparation for the morning shift of saving lives.
None of them saw past 10:00am on Sept 11, 2001. In one single moment life may never be the same. As you live and enjoy the breaths you take today and, tonight before you go to sleep in preparation for your life tomorrow, kiss the ones you love, snuggle a little tighter, and never take one second of your life for granted.
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Images are from, in order from top to bottom, Fox News, 911memorial.org and 911blogger.com

Those who committed these horrific acts were no less than evil, but God is good and will walk with us through the shadow of today. I pray for the first responders, for the survivors, for the witnesses and for Americans to remember the unity that came after this event and to return to God. I pray that you will be touched by this post and pray, also, for those who survived, for the families of the victims, for the witnesses and for the United States of America. Evil still lives, but God is greater and always will be!