Where Were You.....

...when the world as you knew it came crashing down? Where were you when Hell broke lose over the land?  Where were you when people of all walks and faiths came together to support one another? Where were you when the Holy Spirit washed a peace over us and gave us our resolve?  Where were you?

I can remember 10 years ago like it happened yesterday.  I can smell the smells.  I can see the faces. I can hear the quiet as it fell over our office.  I smell the salt of our tears as they flowed down our faces.  I feel the incredulity of everyone as we wonder what happened.  I can feel my heart break as we realize that not everyone got out.  I can taste the acrid smoke through my black and white old TV screen.  I can still remember the anger and hatred that I felt as I realize that someone has come into my home and attacked my family with the worst of intentions.  Then, I remember the looks of the anchors' faces as they begin to report the Pentagon and the bewilderment as another plane goes down in PA.  I surge with pride at what my fellow Americans did that day.  They woke up as regular people and then God called them forward to heroism. Sacrificing their lives for the lives of others. Running into falling buildings, taking back the plane to protect innocents on the ground, listening as someone speaks their last words on this earth, lining up to give blood, money, time, food, clothes, resources.

I REMEMBER............

I refuse to let this be used for politics. I refuse to let this be used for any gain.  Satan, you may have won this day 10 years ago, but you will not win this war.  God won the war from the beginning!  You stood no chance!  We claim victory today!!!!!!

I REMEMBER..............

My children will be taught the lesson of 9/11 and what it felt like to worship the Lord in heartache.  They will know the sacrifices others made so that some may live.  They have been shown the images and will continue to see them.  They will remember....because....

I REMEMBER.........

'Fess Up Friday-9/11 Edition

Confession time and in honor of the 10th commemoration of the tragic events of that day, all my confessions will deal with this topic. Head over to Mamarazzi to join in the confessing today!

I confess that I cannot believe that 10 years has passed since the Towers came down.

I confess that I cannot believe that that horrible kind of evil exists in the world.

I confess that I showed my girls some pictures of my trip to NY in 1996 and teared up at the pictures of me on the World Trade Towers.

I confess that I am glad Bin Laden is gone. He wreaked more havoc on the world than 1 man should be allowed to wreak. I don't want anyone to go to Hell. God doesn't want anyone to go to Hell but UBL continually thumbed his nose at the 1 True God and killed innocent people. Whatever you do to the least of these, you do also unto me!

I confess that I am disappointed that we have not rebuilt on that site yet. Bureaucracy and disagreements are keeping us from doing what we do best. Americans pick ourselves back up and move on. Look at the memorial in Oklahoma City. Get to it politicians and quit mamby-pambying around! We, Americans, in the flyover states are demanding it!

I confess that not inviting members of the firefighter and police to 9/11 memorial service is insulting. Let the politicians stay home! If I were governor, mayor, or president, I would graciously bow out and say that these men and women deserve to be there more than I do.

I confess that I will never forget the look on W's face as he got the news in the elementary school. You could see a perceptible difference in posture and demeanor. He clearly wanted to get out of there and be with the country who needed him. I truly think he wanted to fall to his knees right there and pray but of course, that would not be allowed in public schools.

I confess that my heart still aches when I see the images of that day. I remember how I felt when I heard the news. I can still smell the smells and see the tears on the faces of my male coworkers. I can still feel the anger and hurt that I felt.

I confess that we still pray for the people who lost loved ones, sons, daughters, grandparents, siblings, parents, friends, etc. Admittedly, not as much as before but I still do!

New York, all of us here in flyover America, love you and our hearts ache for you. We will be thinking of you this weekend. We are proud of of how far America and the City has come! I pray that your hearts will be turned toward the God who loves and heals you! He is waiting for you....

I confess that I couldn't leave God out of this post...