Take a Day to Remember and Honor Local Responders
Today is September 11. It seems like the significance of this date is fading, but I am not ready to let it go.
I’ve shared about my experience on September 11, 2001–how moments before the news broke I was in Walmart buying a new Bible, how I left my kids at school where I knew they were safe, how I worried about friends who worked at the Pentagon, how I waited for my husband to be released from work so we could all be together, how I put that new Bible to good use and found comfort in Psalm 37:
Do not fret because of evil men or be envious of those who do wrong;
for like the grass they will soon wither,
like green plants they will soon die away.* * * * *
Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for Him;
do not fret when men succeed in their ways,
when they carry out their wicked schemes.Refrain from anger and turn from wrath;
do not fret–it leads only to evil.
For evil men will be cut off,
but those who hope in the Lord will inherit the land.
That Psalm wasn’t one that I had studied before, but now I often am reminded of its words when I feel my adrenaline rising or my hope fading because so many “evil men” appear to be succeeding in their”wicked schemes.” I need to remember that God will take care of them–and take care of me. It is hard to trust in God when so many innocent people suffer and die at the hands of others, but I know that there is very little that I can do on my own.
Last week I heard a story on NPR that is part of the StoryCorps and National September 11 Memorial and Museum effort to record one story for each life lost in the 9/11 attacks. If you haven’t heard Connie’s story about the heroic acts of her boss, what better time to take a few minutes and remember that there are people who could never forget September 11–people whose lives were forever changed when family, friends and loved ones lost their lives, when they witnessed unspeakable horrors, when they suffered first hand through what most of us only saw on t.v.
Today, let us all take a moment to remember the thousands of innocent victims of terrorism, to appreciate our local first responders, and to honor those who serve in the military to keep us safe at home.
For more information from the National September 11 Memorial & Museum, visit 911memorial.org.
I was recalling last night precisely what I was doing and marveling how it all feels like yesterday—AND YET there are so many people (kids) who had no idea what it felt like.
It’s like our parents and grandparents with the day JFK was shot, Pearl Harbor, and other days that shook the foundations of our “world.”
My friend’s dad died on one of the planes and now as a Soldier’s wife there’s no way I can NOT remember 9/11 when our men and women are still fighting 12 years later. I agree with you though – it seems like the day is fading away into history and that’s a tragedy in itself.
Driving by the Pentago every day and knowing so many who serve, I don’t think I could forget either! Give your husband my thanks for his service today!
I also posted about 9/11 today. 12 years later and I feel that it’s becoming just “another day” of the year. I can never forget how I felt on 9/11 or the days following and I think it’s important to share. Thank you for this post!
Thank you for your post as well. We take so much for granted in this country, maybe part of that is our short attention span.
I’m not ready to let it all go either. It still seems like yesterday. And it’s unreal to me knowing that so many kids have no clue what today is. It’s just a blurb in their history book. And yet it’s so vivid to me. I’ll never forget.
Thanks for sharing your post and remembering the day with us.
I will never forget because it is a day that has had an ongoing impact on our lives since my husband is a military pilot.
Ahhh. Psalm 37. God’s promises from that scripture got me through some very difficult times about 15 years ago. I hope those still dealing with the pain of 9/11 will be comforted by that scripture.
Thank you for the share and the reminder.
I will never forget that day. It’s horrible enough to see the news these days, but to watch it as it was happening…and to have your preschool age child point his finger and say “that plane just flew into that building”…oh its a moment I will never forget. My sister in law was supposed to be boarding a plane that morning in Boston…she was en route when she got the news…but we had moments of panic because we did not know when her flight was and weren’t able to reach her at first. Living in CT, we had many friends working in NYC, and we anxiously awaited news from them as well. I’ve read quite a few posts on 9/11 and this is the first I heard about StoryCorps. That is amazing what they are doing! What a wonderful way for all of us to remember those who died in the attacks. I get choked up and teary eyed just thinking about that day.
The StoryCorps series is so powerful.