Remember, Remember the 11th of September

I couldn't help but make a short post about 9-11.  It's been 10 years, and, as with every year, I feel as though time has turned back to the moment it happened.  I was a freshmen in college, leaving my remedial math class.  My friends and I were joking as usual.  On the walk home, we overheard people in panic on their phones.  My friend got a call from her cousin in New York.  I didn't have a cell phone at the time, so it wasn't until I got back to my dorm that I knew what was really happening.  My roommate and I didn't get along, but she took her TV out of her room into our common area so that we could watch the events unfold.  I had never been so afraid in my life.  My dad was nearing the end of his 20 year service with the army, and my heart was pounding out of my chest as President Bush declared it an act of war, worthy of retaliation. I was terrified so badly that I couldn't sleep that night.  I kept having nightmares that my dad would have to go to war (again).

Today, I pray that God continue to shelter and look over the souls who were lost in the crisis.  I ask that he comfort the wounded hearts of those who lost loved ones.  I pray that he continue to favor those who risked their lives to rescue victims, not thinking or caring that they would soon be denied health care for the injuries they sustained.  I pray that God continue to cast his infinite and unconditional love to all of those affected by the crisis and also to those who committed the crimes.  I pray for strength within our nation and the world, and that we will never forget these events that changed a generation, that changed our country, and that ultimately changed the world.  Amen.