I Will Never Forget

Ten years ago, I was fresh out of High School and a freshman in college. On the morning of that dreadful day, September 11th, 2001, I was preparing to go to my 9am New Testament class when I got a knock on my dorm room door. It was one of the girls that lived on my hall, and I also walked to class with. But she was early. Turns out she wasn't there to get me for class. She wanted me to turn on my television. I questioned at first, not wanting to wake my roommate, but the look of urgency in her eyes made me do it. The first tower had been hit. It was odd to watch and think about the people trapped, but as we stood there and watched the coverage together, it happened...the second tower was hit. My heart sank. I looked at my friends, and all I could get out of my mouth was, "This is war."
The rest of the day seemed a blur. Attending a small, Christian college, we cancelled classes and held prayer vigils as the news continued to unravel that day. I called home to just hear familiar voices. I was scared. My husband (boyfriend at the time) and I tucked ourselves away in a music practice room of the Music building on campus and just prayed. We searched for words, but none of them seemed to make sense. The entire event didn't make sense to me. In a year of my life that I gained so much personal "freedom", I felt as if my American freedom was being challenged.
Ten years removed, it's still very real. I've watched some of the same footage today that I saw years ago, but it still gets to me. I've struggled to explain it to my 5 year old daughter as she has watched some of it with us. I don't want to have to tell her such stories, yet I feel I must to prepare her for the ugliness of this world. It makes my heart break, simply because I can't understand it all. I can only conclude that God IS sovereign over the affairs of all men.

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