September 11, 2001

A date that will forever be engraved into our memories, into our hearts, into everything that we do since that fateful day.

I wrote a post about it last year, but this was during the time that I wasn't updating my blog much, and really had no readers around.  I don't even think it was seen.

But today, as I sat down to compile a post about September 11, I thought that I would just direct you to that post I made last year, because it perfectly says everything I want to.

Remembering 9/11

Remembering 9/11

Do you remember where you were 10 years ago????  On this day????

I can't remember what I did last week, or even everything I did yesterday, but the events that transpired on September 11, 2001, will forever be etched in my mind.  I couldn't forget it even if I tried, which I don't want to, I want to remember, I want to NEVER forget what happened on that fateful day.

Jasmine was 2 years old and I remember I had the TV on in the living room.  My hubby was working the night shift and he had just been home and in bed for about 2 hours when the first airplane hit.

I remember playing with Jasmine on the floor, laughing and joking and tickling her and only half listening to the TV, when the Breaking News logo came in.  I turned to face the TV and was immediately drawn to the shocking view of the Tower with the huge gaping hole in it.  Black billowing smoke emanating from the building and that first glimpse of someone just above the hole to the right, sticking out the window waving something white. 

I knew that this was serious but never in a million years would I have been prepared for what was about to unfold right before my eyes.  When I remember that second airplane coming in as if in slow motion, I also remember the moment it hit me that America was under attack, that these weren't accidents, these were deliberate.

Jasmine continued playing on the ground, laughing and completely oblivious to what was unfolding and for that I am thankful, I didn't want my child to have to face the truth that there is such evil out there willing to take the lives of thousands of people without a second thought.

The next hours became a day I will never forget.  I couldn't pull myself away from the TV, I watched people on the ground screaming and crying, I watched people stumble from the towers with horror written on their faces and I watched helplessly as bodies fell from the sky and with each person that jumped I involuntarily reached toward the TV as if I could magically catch them all in my arms. 

I cried, no, I sobbed and even though I wasn't there, the pain I felt watching on TV was heart wrenching.

I woke my husband up and informed him of what was happening,  I will always remember that he looked up at me with shock and confusion on his face and said "Ok, thank you, let me try and get a little more sleep because I know what's coming".  So did I!

As a military wife that moment took on a whole new meaning because I knew that shortly he would be packing his bags, not a word of where he was headed and I would be left with my 2 year old as he went off to do his duty.

But the sacrifice that we as a military family made, will NEVER be as big as the sacrifice that so many made on that day. 

So today, I sit back and reflect, remember and send out a prayer for all those who lost their lives, to all the families left behind, to all the first responders who went in to save lives and lost their own.  To this beautiful country that I call my home.

We Will Never Forget!

Remembering 9/11!

'MEET ME IN THE STAIRWELL'

You say you will never forget where you were when

you heard the news On September 11, 2001.

Neither will I.

♥♥♥♥

I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room

with a man who called his wife to say 'Good-Bye.' I

held his fingers steady as he dialled. I gave him the

peace to say, 'Honey, I am not going to make it, but it

is OK...I am ready to go.'

♥♥♥♥

I was with his wife when he called as she fed

breakfast to their children. I held her up as she

tried to understand his words and as she realized

he wasn't coming home that night.

♥♥♥♥

I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a

woman cried out to Me for help. 'I have been

knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!' I said.

'Of course I will show you the way home - only

believe in Me now.'

♥♥♥♥

I was at the base of the building with the Priest

ministering to the injured and devastated souls.

I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven. He

heard my voice and answered.

♥♥♥♥

I was on all four of those planes, in every seat,

with every prayer. I was with the crew as they

were overtaken. I was in the very hearts of the

believers there, comforting and assuring them that their

faith has saved them.

♥♥♥♥

I was in Texas , Virginia , California, Michigan , Afghanistan .

I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news.

Did you sense Me?

♥♥♥♥

I want you to know that I saw every face. I knew

every name - though not all know Me. Some met Me

for the first time on the 86th floor.

♥♥♥♥

Some sought Me with their last breath.

Some couldn't hear Me calling to them through the

smoke and flames; 'Come to Me... this way... take

my hand.' Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me.

But, I was there.

♥♥♥♥

I did not place you in the Tower that day. You

may not know why, but I do. However, if you were

there in that explosive moment in time, would you have

reached for Me?

♥♥♥♥

Sept. 11, 2001, was not the end of the journey

for you. But someday your journey will end. And I

will be there for you as well. Seek Me now while I may

be found. Then, at any moment, you know you are

'ready to go.'

♥♥♥♥

I will be in the stairwell of your final moments.

God

♥♥♥♥

I love my God.

He is my fountain of Life and My Savior.

He Keeps me going day and night.

Without Him, I am no-one.

But with Him, I can do everything.

God is my strength.'