Where has the time gone? Today sort of stops me in my tracks and makes me solemn. I hurt for those whom today is a memory of a loss. I remember being a teacher that day and hearing the news from a fellow teacher. The first thing I thought and said was "Shut up, that is a bad joke." After she told me it wasn't a joke I had an intense fear, dread, and hope for those who were in the midst of it all. I know that God was with me that day. I thought of Him and His hand and asked that he move and keep those safe that needed his safety and prayed for my family that we would all survive this day of attack. I remember filling up my gas tank because it was reported that gas was going to skyrocket. I remember the way that I held my daughter once I picked her up from the daycare that day. What a day, what a tradgedy. Read my next post for a touching poem I heard read on the radio this morning called Met in the Stairwell...
Lots of love to all.
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