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?