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I remember…

Like so many other people, I remember this day, the events that transpired and how I felt.  Waking to a phone call from my husband…he left a message on my phone.  It said, “honey, turn on the TV, don’t be afraid.  I’ll protect you.”  I received the message before even being aware of what had taken place on the other side of our country.

Switching the television on, I couldn’t even begin to comprehend what I was seeing.  The images seemed like some warped Quentin Tarantino, post-apocalyptic movie.  The scenes were surreal and the skies outside were eerily silent, except for the clarity of birds chirping.

This morning, as I awoke and went about my usual routine of coffee and devos outside, I was transported back to 2001.  It was a clear blue, blustery, mild morning, very much like what I was enjoying today.  The exception that I noted was there were planes in the skies above me.  For that simple happening I am very grateful.

Another photograph time-stamped in my mind were of people gathering and praying.  Hearing “God Bless America” sung in respect and unity of mind and spirit.  For a brief period of time we came together to care, support and return to our Godly roots.  I wonder why it took such a sad thing to remind us.  I have no answer to that question.

One thing I do know, our freedom still stands.  I wish to thank those who have sacrificed their time, lives and personal pursuits to protect my time, life and personal pursuits – past, present and future protectors.  I owe you a deep debt.  May God greatly bless and honor you; may we return to His ways.

Respectfully…

Missy


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