I was 5.
I remember the pain on my parents faces.
The frantic dash for the tv downstairs and the news that they started watching which was bizarre because we never watched the news.
I remember not being aloud to go downstairs or watch the tv.
I remember my mom sobbing and not knowing why.
Hearing them pray.
I must have prayed in my own way when they explained it to me and my siblings in the most child friendly way possible.
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16 years later:
A few years ago I watched a tribute video and was shocked beyond belief. I had never to that day seen footage of the event. I watched with tears streaming down my face and a rock in my stomach. I couldn’t help but pray for the people who still must live with the scars and empty brokenness, wreckage from that day.
I am so thankful for the men and women who risked their lives and even lost them to rescue many.
They say that time heals all wounds.
If only that were true.
Pray with me today for those who are still grieving. Pray that they would find the true Healer and that their hearts would be restored with His blood and His comfort.
By God’s Grace,