Friday, September 11, 2009


8 years ago...something terrible happened.
8 years ago...innocent people lost their lives.
8 years members were lost.
8 years ago...a country joined together.
8 years ago...God was present.
I remember the morning of September 11, 2001. I was a senior in High School. That particular morning we were taking a standardized test when the phone in the room rang. The teacher immediately turned on the TV to CNN and we began to watch the nightmare unfold.
I was nervous.
I was scared.
I was sad.
I prayed, and prayed, and prayed.
Like many of us, I didn't really know what this meant, but I knew it was awful. My older brother RJ was in college at the time and I remember just wanting him to be home. I wanted to be close to family. I was afraid of what the future held, for our country. Our church held a service that evening. I don't know what was said, or what we did...I just remember crying and praying. I wish I could say that a peace came over me and I knew things would be ok. However that is not the case, still to this day my stomach churns when I think about 9-11.
I'm still nervous.
I'm still scared.
I'm still sad.
I still pray.
Today we will remember that day because 8 years ago our lives all changed. And just like that day, today - God is with us. He wept with us on September 11th, He hears our prayers, He is still our strength.
God is my strength and power, And He makes my way perfect. 2 Samuel 22:33
God, I still don't understand. I know there are many who are just like me. But even in my confusion, thank you for knowing how even this will bring glory to your name. I ask that especially today you are close with the families that lost someone on 9-11. I pray for the Middle East and ask that you would make yourself known there. I praise you and thank you for all the service men and women who remember everyday what they are fighting for. We cherish our freedom in this great country but even more today I cherish my freedom in you. I am reminded on this day that no matter what the future holds, it's in your hands. Reveal yourself to us. God Bless America, Amen


  1. Thanks for sharing your memories of this day. What a beautiful post!
    I think we all have our own 9/11 stories.. where we were, what we were doing, how it affected us. Alex was a newborn, and I remember standing in my living room, holding him, with tears in my eyes, thinking about the immense loss of life when this new life had just begun. To think that God shared in our grief and Our God is an awesome God for sure!

  2. Thanks for sharing, Mon.
    My account of when that happened is identical to yours. I remember taking a break after our test was finished, and one of the principals came over the speaker and said *something* but mostly I can recall many students in the halls just speculating, expressing fear, pain and confusion and in some cases, pure ignorance over what had happened. What a hectic time, but it truly did bring many people together for a while. I'm hoping that memory doesn't die ever.