Another week has flown by and what a week it was… Very emotional at that! World Suicide Prevention Day to September 11th, my heart mourns and yet it is full of hope and gratitude. As always, let me know your thoughts!
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I watched the video below in awe, and then the questions began to flood my mind… My heart became sad all over again. I am sad not only for the events of September 11, 2001 and all the devastation that has happened before and since, but I am sad for us as human beings. I am sad for our human race. I am sad for us as people. We live beside one another and we have these walls up and we never really let others in. For a brief moment in time post 9/11, people got real… And it was beautiful. They took tragedy and found peace. They took devastation and found strength. As time does though, it marched on. Our lives picked up speed like a train leaving the station and before we knew it, our walls were built around our emotions again.
I think this is the appropriate time to introduce myself. “Why hello, pot this is kettle.”
I used to be as guilty as the next person, living my life but not really L-I-V-I-N-G my life. One day not too long ago, everything changed for me and now I live it different. I live it with passion, tenacity and a heart bigger than Texas. I leave in my wake of life things like mercy, joy, laughter and grace. I broke down my walls from the inside out, not because I wanted to or because it was comfortable… But out of necessity. I fell in love with people… Even the ones that make it hard to love. I fell in love with them the most.
I leave you with these questions to answer for yourself…
Why do we wait for times of tragedy to get real?
Why do we wait for life to get real for us to get raw about how we feel?
Why does it take buildings crumbling to allow us to let our walls and our fake facades crumble?
Why are we so terrified to let people see inside our hearts?
Why don’t we put our hearts on blast to shine a light in the dark?
I know some of you feel uncomfortable reading this. I know for a fact some of you are thinking, “who does she think she is asking questions about my feelings and what’s in my heart?” My question to you is “Who would I be if I didn’t ask?”
We are here to do life together. Human beings, here for a moment. Side-by-side, brothers and sisters, not only in America but all over the face of the planet.
Let your walls down.
Love a little deeper today.
It is more worth it than you will ever fathom.
Just like my favorite song ever written says “If we all light up we can scare away the dark.”
I remember 9/11 because I can never forget… Time changes us but there are pieces that remain the same. We never forget our moments and where we were when we heard about the destruction that was unfolding across our Nation.
Today I work for, and am pursuing my Master’s degree at, the University that 13 years ago I attended as a Freshman pursuing her Undergrad. In 13 years, everything has changed and nothing has changed. September 11th is still September 11th and it is a day that I will never forget.
Below are my thoughts from a post I wrote on September 11, 2013…
I don’t remember much about September 10, 2001. I was living in my dorm and had just started my Freshman year on the beautiful campus of Michigan State University. I probably went to dinner with my roommates and worried about my classes and made plans for the upcoming weekend.
I don’t remember a lot about that Monday night, but I will never forget that Tuesday morning.
My roommates and I woke up to a blaring phone that wouldn’t stop ringing. Through our grumbles and confusion someone managed to stumble down off the loft and answer it. It was my roommates dad, frantically telling us to get out of bed and turn on the tv. As we wiped away the sleep from our eyes we sat there in our tiny little dorm room. We watched like the rest of the world, shocked, helpless and completely heartbroken for the events that were unfolding.
Sitting there watching life as we knew it fade away I was mixed with emotion and I needed to call my Ma. The instant she answered the phone I knew something wasn’t right. It was then I remembered my brother was with his friends in NYC. My heart fell out of my chest as I learned that no one could get a hold of him. That morning they were supposed to be on a tour of the World Trade Center. A tour that would have put them at the top of one of the towers when the planes hit.
God had a different plan for my brother and his friends on September 11, 2001. It was later that morning through jammed cell phone lines that my Ma was finally able to reach them. By only the incredible Grace of God, their alarm never went off. As the world around them fell to pieces, they were safe in their NYC hotel room.
The days that followed left us all glued to the tv. We felt utter heartbreak and devastation for our nation, for our American people. We watched over and over as the news stations delved deeper and deeper into the events that occurred. We banded together as a nation. We took events that were meant to tear us down and we let them strengthen us. Over time, we as Americans tried to wrap our minds around the devastation, emotion and destruction. I heard someone once say that we never got back to “normal” we just found a new normal.
Today I remember.
I remember the 2,977 victims and their families, friends and loved ones.
I remember American Airlines Flight 11.
I remember United Airlines Flight 175.
I remember the North and South Towers.
I remember American Airlines Flight 77.
I remember the Pentagon.
I remember United Airlines Flight 93.
I remember the fire fighters.
I remember the police officers.
I remember the families that were torn apart.
I remember our military that has defended us everyday since.
I remember the survivors that bravely carry on.
September 11, 2001 changed us forever. I will never, ever, ever forget.
It was a Sunday of healing and celebrating. So beautiful is God’s grace that it brought me to tears more than once.
He is so good.
When we can’t see it.
When we don’t believe it.
When we cannot even begin to understand it.
He is God and He is good.