So many thoughts…

“I well remember them, and my soul is downcast within me. Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope: Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.”

Lamentations 3: 20-23 (NIV)

My mind is racing with thoughts today.  So many thoughts.

First, one that my hubby put out there this morning.  “Ten years ago, our entire nation remembered God and hit their knees. I wonder how many will remember God today.”  I’ll never forget the months of pure patriotism that followed 9/11.  Churches were filled with worshipers and people seeking answers.  But that spirit, in America, has gradually been dwindling over the past 10 years.  Has it become so foreign to us, already?

Second, and perhaps the biggest, came when I was thinking about my children.  All they will ever know of 9/11 is what history will teach them.  It will never be real to them like it is to me.  Sure, I guess that could be a blessing, but then I think of what I learned in history.  Every event we studied really didn’t mean that much to me…and I love history.  None of the “tragedies” were personal to my generation.  For example, every year we observe a remembrance day on December 7.  Pearl Harbor day.  Just as we were horrified by the sights and sounds from 9/11, about 2 generations ago our country was rocked by a very similar happening.  Do you think about that when December 7th rolls around each year?  Honestly, I don’t.  It wasn’t personal to me.

So, as we’ve since dubbed September 11th as Patriot Day.  I challenge you, and myself, to take a moment during not only this historic holiday observance, but all of them.  Put yourself in the shoes of those who were there.  Take a trip back in time and really remember.

When the night seems to say
All hope is lost gone away
But I know I’m not alone
By the light she stands

There she waves faithful friend
Shimmering stars westward wind
Show the way carry me
To the place she stands

Just when you think it might be over
Just when you think the fight is gone
Someone will risk his life to raise her
There she stands

There she flies clear blue skies
Reminds us with red of those that died
Washed in white by the brave
In their strength she stands

When evil calls itself a martyr
When all your hopes come crashing down
Someone will pull her from the rubble
There she stands

We’ve seen her flying torn and tattered
We’ve seen her stand the test of time
And through it all the fools have fallen
There she stands

By the dawn’s early light
And through the fight
She stands

Be blessed!


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