Yes, this post has the same title as last years. I'm going to cut and paste last years post also. Every September 11, I struggle with what to post. I mean, I know I don't have to post about 9-11-01. I usually sit down thinking, I need to write something. I want to write something. Then I sit down. I stare at my screen. Has it been that long? 2001. It wasn't that long. It was right before I met my husband. When I think back, sometimes it still feels raw. I still get a knot in my stomach, I feel myself getting choked up.
Today, we/I'm going to talk to my girls about the attacks. It won't be new to them. We're a military family. (Not that civilian families don't talk to their children about September 11.) We'll remember and discuss what happened. We'll pray for those who mourn their loved ones. Those who are deployed now, those that are serving, those that are in training. The families that miss their soldiers.
We'll reflect on God's hope, and the healing He brings. His promises. His peace that surpasses all understanding.
We'll respond in love. We'll take a treat to the firehouse (I hope they don't mind, I emailed rather late), make some cards for Wounded Warriors. We'll pray for those who hurt. We'll talk about what it means to respond in love, to be a "good neighbor". We'll thank service men and women we see. We'll hug daddy, and thank God for his protection over him.
We'll reflect on God's hope, and the healing He brings. His promises. His peace that surpasses all understanding.
We'll respond in love. We'll take a treat to the firehouse (I hope they don't mind, I emailed rather late), make some cards for Wounded Warriors. We'll pray for those who hurt. We'll talk about what it means to respond in love, to be a "good neighbor". We'll thank service men and women we see. We'll hug daddy, and thank God for his protection over him.
What else can we do? It won't ever go away, so we walk in faith, in hope, in love.
I guess that's why it's hard for me to write. Because it just won't ever go away. Like it never happened. Because it did. And sometimes, it feels like yesterday. It still hurts. It's still raw.
Remember. Reflect. Respond.
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Remember the past.
Reflect His hope.
Respond in love.
- And so, my fellow Americans: ask not what your country can do for you - ask what you can do for your country. My fellow citizens of the world: ask not what America will do for you, but what together we can do for the freedom of man.
What a sad day for all of us. Thank you for this post.
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