Small Town Living

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Thursday, September 11, 2008

Feb. 2004:
I've been here. A sacred place. A place where I got chills bumps just staring at the emptiness. It is a feeling like none other. Imagine among the hustle and bustle of NY, then you turn the corner and there it is.....Nothing. The best I can describe it would be the same as a cemetery. A place not visited much. And when you do, your mood turns to somber reverence and respect. Looking at the names, dates, scriptures, etc. etched on the tombstones of someone who walked this earth. Here the names are on a wall...no dates...no scriptures....no details. But, God knows. Their families know. As the saying goes..."it's what we do in between the - that matters.
We were in NY, NY with my in-laws. My MIL had an aneurysm in her aorta and we were there for her surgery. Go here for more on that miracle from God. Wished I had time to look for the pics and post of us at Ground Zero. I'll do an update IF I find them:)

That day: 9-11-2001

I remember that I was taking a walk with my aunt and Mom on a little dirt road close to my house. Dad met us on the road and told us what had happened. My heart just sank. I was numb. Could this be? Is this the end of our safety we've been so accustomed to? I was scared. I wanted to run to my hubby and kids, grab them in my arms, and just hold on.

God has saw our nation through this tragedy. He holds our future in His hands. I pray for the families who have lost loved ones. I pray for our nation. I pray for our military. I pray for peace.

Where were you?

God Bless,

Carrie


3 comments:

sharon said...

I too saw ground zero and it is an unusual feeling there. I also remember that day and where I was. My Dad was very sick and my Grandmother had a doctors appointment. My older sister took Dad to the hospital and he was admitted. I took Grandma to the doctor. When she got in the car she said ain't that awful about that airplane hitting that building. I said I don't know what you are talking about Grandma. The TV was on when we got to the doctors office & we saw where both planes hit the tower. Sad day indeed. Dad was already in a depressed state before all of that. We all set in his hospital room that night glued to the TV. I praise God that Dad didn't leave this walk of life in that depressed state. What a joyous Christmas we had a couple of days before he left us. We still miss him terrible, so I can only imagine how those who lost love ones in 9/11 feel.

Cindy said...

We are all remembering today.

Thank you for visiting and leaving such kind words on my blog.

Ducks and Books said...

Carrie, I was working at the bank in Ft. Payne. I remeber sitting in an office where I was training for a new position and one of the girls that was off that day called in and told us the news. All day long people kept coming in and talking about it, but it was not until I got to my mother-in-laws, later that afternoon, that I actually saw it on TV. I was in utter shock. Like you, my heart sank and all I could think of was my family. (this was before my having children days) I am so greatful to all of our service men and women who do an awesome job of keeping our country safe! I don't think that we show them near enough support as a nation. Not only should we support those who are 'fighting' for us now, but those in the past and those in the future! Have a blessed day and GOD BLESS AMERICA!