I am sure I am not the only one who feels the emotion of this day...I remember I saw the first plane crash into the tower right before I walked out the door for work but thought it was just a horrible accident. I was actually having a sonogram at the doctors office I worked in when we all heard the news that it wasn't an accident. I remember being thrilled that there was a little heartbeat on the screen. I remember being horrified that people could be so evil. I remember worrying for my friends from grad school that lived near the Pentagon. And mostly I remember how everyone stopped and shared a collective grief and how so many people came together to pray. I am not one to wear my religion on my sleeve - I know I don't share my faith like I could and should. But I do know that even in the midst of tragedy and grief my God is there. And on a day like this when so many people are grieving and remembering, I am praying for peace for those touched by the tragedy of 9/11 and praying for the souls of those who would think such an act is anything but evil.
I am also praying for Mema who is still battling cancer and is not getting good news from the doctors at this point. I am praying for my step mother who has already lost her grandmother and her father to cancer and now has to worry for her mother. And I am praying that in the midst of tragedy and sadness and bad news we can all remember that God offers us all hope and strength and courage and joy - now I just have to remember to see it.