September 11, 2001
I was a junior in college in Conway, Arkansas at Central Baptist College. I lived in the dorm. I remember waking up and walking down the stairs of the dorm to go to class. When I got to the bottom of the stairs I saw a bunch of people watching the TV and someone said, "A plane crashed into the World Trade Center." I think my response was something like, "Oh" and I continued on to my class.
As the day went on, I quickly started to understand the true impact of that day and what was happening. I distinctly remember having a world history class that morning where we just sat an watched the TV and the room was silent.
I don't remember much about that day. I know there were students who were upset and calling home. I remember some people knew people in New York or thought they had family close to there. I really don't remember anymore.
Since that day, I have read countless stories and looked at heartbreaking pictures. I think the most impactful thing I read was about Flight 93. I read the book "Let's Roll" and loved it! I watched Dateline on Friday night and just bawled as I listened to the widows having to tell their children that their daddy wasn't coming home. That, unlike, 2001, hits so much closer to home. Now that I have a husband and two little girls, I just can't imagine how difficult it would be to tell my girls that they would never see their daddy again and then explain what happened. I am thankful to a merciful God that I don't have to.
Many things came to mind this morning as I we worshipped a God that is present today and was also present that day 10 years ago in New York. God allows tragedies in our lives and, in fact, is responsible for all things in the universe, both good and bad. God gives and He takes away. Do we understand it? No. I don't believe that we are meant to. What I do know is that God has a plan - one perfect and pleasing will that He will fulfill. He was on His throne on September 11, 2001 and He is still seated on His throne today, September 11, 2011.