remembering.
Everyone remembers exactly where they were and how they felt 10 years ago today.
For some, 9/11 meant great tragedy in the loss of a loved one.
For some, it meant spiritual awakening.
For some it meant sacrificial heroism.
Some may not have personal ties to the event.
To my nine year old self, September 11, 2001 meant that Daddy was leaving.
10 years later it means the same thing.
I’m grateful for all the heroes of 9/11 who rushed into the buildings to rescue people, who dedicated hours upon hours to emergency medical care, and who, like my father, left their families and put their lives at risk to go overseas to protect us from afar.
I’m praying for the families of those who were killed or injured that day.
I’m praying for the safety and protection of our citizens today.
And I’m praying for strength and safety as my Dad leaves today and my family is separated again.
I’m proud of those who gave their lives and those who sacrificed much for the sake of those who stayed home.
I’m proud of my Daddy for following the Lord even in this difficult decision. The separation will be hard but we’ve done it before and we came through it stronger than ever. It won’t be too long and I know that God will give us all peace and the strength to make it through.
