It is 8:52 on September 10, 2011. In eight minutes it will be midnight, September 11th on the east coast, in New York. It has been ten years since that horrific Tuesday morning when so many people lost their lives. So as we come to this anniversary, I stop to just ponder the day, the people who lost their lives and just what it means to me.
I am blessed that I did not lose a loved one on that day, but as I think of those who did I pray that God has given them comfort and peace. Those who died that day could have been any of us, they were us, they were Americans. So I try to think, how do I remember them? I am just one woman, how can I do their memory justice? Such was the magnitude of pain and grief, that I feel inadequate to do anything that would suffice. It is then that God reminds me that it is the little things that make the difference. So for me, I am going to do the little things.
I am going to cry and mourn with those who are mourning. I am going to laugh, play and enjoy my friends and family. I am going to watch football tomorrow and sing the Star Spangled Banner, loudly and unashamedly. We will celebrate birthdays, holidays, weddings and births. Go to church, sing, pray and worship. I plan on being an American!
