I can see the front of the brick school, the flag hanging motionless in front of the doors.
My mom was standing right outside those doors, waiting for me.
I asked, only a first grader, why she was picking me up instead of me riding the bus home.
She shook her head slow, and said, “Planes crashed into some buildings today, and I wanted you to be home with me.”
I nodded, not really understanding, just happy to be with mom.
The TV was on all afternoon and late into the night- my dad came home fast from school.
I remember lots of tears all over the nation, hearing and recognizing the man they called President Bush asking for prayers- many prayers.
It was the day that our nation fell to its knees.
And today we remember-
10 years later.
And I pray that our nation would again seek and find the God that we sought so fervently that day-
and realize just how marvelous and beautiful and patient and saving He is.
That His promise then is still true today-
‘I will never leave you, nor forsake you…’
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