“The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer;
3my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge,
my shield and the horn of my salvation.
He is my stronghold, my refuge and my savior—
from violent people you save me
I sit here this morning with a heavy heart, thinking back to the dreadful day. 9/11/01. I remember it as though it was yesterday. While I don't know anyone personally that was a victim of tragic day, my heart still breaks. I think about those that were supposed to be heading to work that morning and for some reason got delayed or didn't go. I think about those that weren't supposed to be there that day, but for some reason or another were. I think about those survivors. I think about those that lost their lives. I think about families and how those events must affect their families.
I believe that there also has to be some good that came out of that day. What that good is, I'm not sure. Maybe it's a father who realized that spending time at their child's baseball game, dance recital, or band concert was more important than the after work drinks with clients. Maybe it was a mother who realized that sitting around a kitchen table for dinner was more important that the long office hours she had been putting in. Maybe it was the daughter, son, friend that decided to take a moment out of the day to call someone on their heart, "just because".
Forgiveness..... love....trust....faithfulness.....loyalty......kindness...... These are things that I think about today.
I pray for everyone affected by 9/11 either directly or indirectly. Let us never forget.