Thursday, September 11, 2008

Not the Same. . .

There are some things that happen in life that rips the normal away and leaves you wondering if ever things will feel the same.
That is what happened on:
September 11, 2001 ~~
everyone remembers where they were, what they were doing.

I had just taken Dak to school and was sitting in the parking lot of the Post Office when I heard a weird report come on the radio, something about New York. I preceded from there to the water company to pay our bill and as I walked in, the whole office was gathered around a tiny tv in the back. I asked what was going on and they motioned me in. I couldn't believe my eyes. The news was playing over and over the first plane hitting the WTC.

I rushed home and turned the tv on just as the second plane was hitting the second building.
I sat.
Motionless for a moment.
Was I seeing this right?
Did I just see a plane fly into a building?
That just doesn't happen.

Then as I'm watching this unfold they break to Jim Mikalchevsky at the Pentagon, and as he is talking, he hears something and you see things rattling, and he says he doesn't know what that was,
They break away.
They come back.
The Pentagon's been hit.

As I'm still glued to the TV I watch the WTC colapse and so do I. As the building is falling I am seeing:

Mama's who have rocked their babies that morning,
Daddy's who kissed them goodbye that morning,
Hopes and dreams for the future,
My heart cries out:

There are many things in this world that make NO sense to me: terriorism would certainly be one of those things.

We lived like not even 1/4 mile from the school, so I resisted every inclination to pick Dak up early. When I picked him up, he was fine. I mean really fine. The school had done such a good job of making sure the kids were not tramatized at school. They needed to keep the peace, and they did. They did lock down the school so there was no recess, but other than that he really didn't know what had happened.

When we got home we talked about it before the TV went on. And then as my fourth grader was watching he looked at me and asked,
"mama who would do this? Why would they hurt us?"

The answer I had that day:
"I don't know son other than this, evil is in this world and certainly wishes to do us harm, but God is greater than the evil!!!"
And that answer is still true today.

I cannot even possibly wrap my brain around what happened that day. The absolute terror of that day and the crater it left not only in the ground but also in my heart remains today.

But this I know:
"I lift up my eyes to the hills -
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth."
Psalm 121:1-2
God, You are our only hope, our only peace, The Only Way!!!
Thank you for loving us in all that happens in this fallen world.
You are the God of all!! I love you my sweet Jesus, Amen.


  1. I cannot believe that this was 7 years ago. As I listened to the recounts of it this morning on the radio, my heart just broke all over again. I watched some of the news footage this evening and again, my heart was so touched. I pray that we never forget the ones that gave their lives that day.

  2. How can it be 7 years? It was just yesterday, wasn't it? I remember being at work, and the principals and teachers trying to make sure they did what was best for the students in that very scary and awful time.

    May God bless the families that had loved ones taken from them that terrible day.