September 12th
I drive in to the office and see the flags from the federal building and the Veterans Affairs Administration Building that flank both sides of my car just like I do each morning. Red, White, and Blue sentinels unfurl in the cool breeze of morning at full mast today, and I feel relief.
Remembering is our duty and desire. But when I am severely stricken, words just don't come. When tragedy forces us down under its dark and dusty crush, my instinct is to listen and not speak.
So yesterday I watched horrific images again and heard sorrowful reflections on that day in silence, just as stunned as a decade ago. Tears are all that escaped me — again. A decade has not helped me make sense of this day.
Could it be because we were not created for death and destruction? That God placed us here in a Garden to commune with him eternally? We are alien and stranger to these things of this Fallen Earth; sorrow and despair speak a language I don't speak.
So today, September 12th, our duty to keep tragedy company behind us, I fill with relief and a desire to speak my native tongue. I let gratitude be the familiar words that guide me back to the place of Hope, Rescue, and Relief.
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What great gifts from the Lord!
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Alida
Thank you for remembering and sharing. Love your counting. . .
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