I can remember it so clearly like it only happened yesterday. Then 8 months heavy with Ria, I bumped my bulging belly into a table as I ran to see CNN live. It's something you would see in movies, but it's hard to believe it could happen in real life.
9/11 will never be forgotten. I am not an American, but I grieved at the thought of so many thousands of people perish that day. They will long be remembered.
Hard to believe it has been 10 years. I wonder how many families have lost moms, dads, uncles and aunts, fiances... best friends, neighbors. 10 years is a long time, but i believe thousands are still hurting at the thought of 9/11.
I call this pure coincidence, but our family too, has a 9/11 tale. No, it's not a terrorist attack or anything that sad. Dawn of 9/11 two years ago, we set foot on Thailand. I remember seeing those bright orange lights as our plane hovered over Bangkok. The kids and Joey were fast asleep, but I was waiting for that "thud"--that moment when the plane touches the runway. I want to be fully awake when it happens. And when it did, I sang this song in worship:
At this time of night two years ago I was on a plane, with mixed emotions but with a heart filled with worship. Tearfully I prayed. I was overwhelmed with the vastness of Bangkok. I felt so little. I did not know where exactly our new home was going to be. But I knew for sure, that when the plane hit that runway, I was in the right place. And only God knew what was ahead. Two years and counting... 9/11 will forever be remembered. Part of me grieved at the thought of those who died at New York and Pennsylvania tragedies, but a huge part of me is looking forward to the things are yet to unfold. More 9/11's in the years to come. I am ready for more.