Written Sept 12, 2011
Saturday my nephew turned 11. I still remember the excited shouts of glee over the toys he got for his first birthday. Eating cake and ice cream with my family and just enjoying an excuse to be together. My nephew's other aunt wasn't at the party, early the next morning another boy cousin was born. The night had held so many moments of joy and laughter over the most beautiful thing...new life. The next morning over 3,000 people lost their in the worst terrorist attack of American history.
And I remember, the dust covered faces, the horrible shooting flames, the unedited screams played over the TV. There was no school to do and for the first time in my young life my appetite was gone. I knew the world had changed forever.
My nephew is 11 now, the same age I was the day our homeland was attacked. He doesn't remember all the things I do. For my nephew 9/11 is to him what Pearl Harbor is to me. Just another event in history with no attached memories.
I remember every single horrible event though of 9/11 and I remember too how God was so faithful even as America suffered at the cruel hands of man's sinful nature.
10 years later...God is faithful
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