Well, it's finally here. We are 5 years away from one of the worst days in American history. I remember someone saying that we would all know where we were on that day - just like the day Kennedy was shot. Here's where I was:
We were living in Monticello, Arkansas and Kenny was 3. I was up getting ready for my Tuesday morning Bible class. It was a large, interdenominational group and baby-sitting was provided. Both things were greatly appreciated by me let me tell ya! I had walked into the den and turned on the TV - I think Kenny had the TV on in his room at the time. I saw Katie and Matt on the Today Show talking about a plane having crashed into one of the Towers. It was tragic but it was New York City, ya know. I called Jim on his way to work and was telling him how horrible it was when the 2nd plane flew into the 2nd Tower. I'm sure you felt the same kind of shock I did. I couldn't BELIEVE it! It was just too unreal. I remember Matt's voice - his disbelief. I remember MY disbelief - How could this happen??!!!
I still went to study that day. There were probably 25 women (normal number) there and we were sitting in a large circle when someone came in and told us a plane had crashed into the pentagon. We had a special prayer for those people and went back to our study. We were all feeling a little unsettled but kept going. By the time study was over, we were all ready to be in our own houses. I was still thinking "crashed" it became "flew into" later.
After watching TV for a short time, I called my mom, then I called Mimi. I didn't know why talking to them was soooo important, but it was. They were safe in their respective cities. I tried not to think why anyone would want to bomb Abilene (Dyess Air Force Base) or Bham (large city with lots of people and planes) but I did. I was glued to the TV. I talked on the phone constantly with my friends. I wanted us all to be safe. I watched TV for 3 days and then tuened it off. It makes me cry now to think of all the suffering I didn't share in because I could turn it off. It breaks my heart that I couldn't help those hurting people, that I got to turn it off and go on with my life.
Abbie was born 9 months later.
To this day I can't believe that their are people with that much hate in their hearts. I can't believe they worship a god who encourages murder. I can't hardly think of them as humans - simply evil. I know God wants me to love them. I know God wants me to pray for them. So, pray for them today. Pray for the families of ALL the dead from that day. Pray for remembrance so we never forget. Pray for healing of hearts. Pray for Jesus to work among them. Pray for Jesus to come quickly.
Shannon is hosting a Mr. Linky so you can read more remembrances if you like.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Where Were You?
Posted by AbbieCRAZY at 9:31 PM
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Thank you so much for sharing from your heart. It is amazing how many people remember things so clearly. God Bless!
Denise, I remember that day so well. I remember the tears you cried while you prayed for the sons of Ishmael -- that God would remove the hate from their hearts. I remember Ronda praying for the men in the military who would be called upon to defend us if that time came. Now we know that time has come and her husband was one of the ones who gave more than a year of his life to that cause.
Later that month you had all of us at "crop" write our memories about the day so we could have them in our scrapbook. I'm so thankful that I have that page. That day was a watershed event for our country and for our family, though I didn't know it would be at the time. Thank you for the memories
Day late as usual. My memories are of driving to Montgomery for a training and hearing about the second crash and then the pentagon crash.
Shannon was taking Grace & James to Kindermusik at Children's Hosp. and all the planes were landing at the airport nearby. Shannon was listening to coverage on the radio. Grace asked if any of those planes were going to fly into a building.
Being at Homewood that Wednesday night and signing "Be still & know that I am God" and tears rolling down my face.
Going to the UAB v. Army game a few weeks later and planes flying over for the first time in weeks to drop out sky divers. The sound of those planes coming was eerie. Seeing the Army football team snap to attention at the National Anthem (which they normally don't do) was also powerful.
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