9.11.01. #NeverForget. I remember when my dad came home early from work on September 11, 2001, and told me that he was home early because an airplane had hit the building which he worked in. I couldn’t grasp the full weight of it in my 7 year old mind, but I do remember that it was a very somber time. I watched with young eyes as my dad struggled through the loss of some of his friends and co-workers. As I grew up, my parents filled me in on more of the details, and I realized that I am truly blessed to still have my dad. We still remember this day as a day in which shaped our country in such a drastic way, but it has also become a day in which hope thrives and prayers continue that our nation would stand strong. May we grow stronger through the memories of those who lost their lives that day; and may our prayers be with those families who will still miss their loved ones and our nation. I pray that God would bless America, and that we would never forget the grace He has had for us.
