I wrote this Friday, September 11. I am now sharing it with you.
On Friday we left for a wedding. We drove on the highway. Then we saw a sight that is not very usual in our state, but very familiar in the Middle East. Five or six army semis pulling trailers. In each cab there sat one of two soldiers in full uniform. In front drove a tan army jeep. This held three soldiers also in uniform. Some of the soldiers had white bowlish hats.
Sadness went through me. Strong emotions that made me want to cry. Pride in our soldiers. I am so very thankful for our soldiers. Our army that keeps me and my family and friends safe. It seems like I should be thinking and praying for them at every moment. Friday was 9/11. This is the day that everyone who was old enough to remember at the time, does.
That day was awful. Tears flowed freely and continuously. America, that day, became one big family grieving for a family member . They held eachother up and wept for eachother.
9/11 was 8 years ago, but I remember that day well. I was naughty that day. I turned on the t.v. The words BREAKING NEWS flashed on the screen. Smoke was billowing from a building. I had no idea what was going on. I called Mom who just watched the t.v. in horror.
Mom sent me upstairs to get dressed, but I cried and refused to go upstairs as I was scared the terrorists were going to crash a plane through our house.
I cry for the families that lost their dads, moms, and loved ones in that horrible, horrible terrorist attack. I don't know how anyone could not blame the terrible man who planned the attack.
Forgiveness. God wants us to forgive. To forgive a man who did this seems impossible. But then think of our sin. To a perfect God all "little sins" are like murders to us. We are all horrible sinners. We all deserve Hell. But God has forgiven us through Jesus Christ. And we are all forgiven.
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