11 years ago today. September 11, 2001. I remember sleeping in. I did that whenever I could. I was pregnant with our first and took every opportunity for more rest. I remember Mark calling from work and waking me to tell me to turn on the television. I remember the disbelief and the horror of the images I saw over and over and over again.
13 years ago yesterday. September 10, 1999. I remember my new husband’s family gathered at his parents’ house. It was Mark’s birthday, but we didn’t celebrate. He lost his father that day. I remember trying to hold things together. I remember the sounds of grief.
Yesterday and today, I am reminded–though I never really forget–of the fallenness of our world and how things are simply not the way they should be.
And, today, I remember to thank God for His mercy in spite of us, in spite of me. And, I remember to pray for Him to redeem the broken things of this world.
So much changed that day. I sat at the kindergarten playground watching my eldest play, and wondered if we’d ever feel safe again. Not like we used to.
Nancy