It's hard for me to put into words the horror and complete helplessness I felt that day and weeks to follow. I hadn't grown up during any war, really. Desert Storm had only lasted 100 days and it was over. And it was over...there. Nothing ever happened here. I had seen pictures and footage of war-torn Poland and South Korea and Vietnam and other countries as a child. And I remember thinking – thank God nothing like that happens here. But then it did. I don't know if it's right to say “thankfully” it was only one day. But what a difference a day makes.
I watched the news day in and day out. Every waking minute I could spare was dedicated to the TV. I sobbed for those who died. I sobbed for their families. I sobbed for those still searching and for those who had found. I sobbed because my family was spared. And because yours might not have been. I was working for a health insurance company then. We found out the first tower was hit by a caller on another representative's phone. She started screaming “my son is there, my son is there.” I had never felt my heart sink the way it did just then. Then the calls ceased, completely. We turned on the TV in the lunch room and we watched in horror as the 2nd tower was hit and then the Pentagon. Then we heard of the plane crash here in Pennsylvania. Everything seemed to be happening in warp speed but in slow-motion at the same time. It was an experience that I never wish to relive again and one that I will never forget.
I humbly ask that you take a minute and pray for their souls, their families and yes, even for their attackers.
Dear Heavenly Father,
May all of those affected by that terrible tragedy take comfort in Your arms. Wrap them, Lord in Your love and minister to their spirit at this very moment. For while we may never know the reasons behind Your plans on this earth, surely we will know them in heaven. And may we always stand One Nation, Under God.
In Jesus' name, Amen