For me, an average American living hundreds of miles away from New York and D.C., today doesn’t feel as sad as the 6 previous 9/11s have.
For the first time since 2001, this day hasn’t felt burdensome. It hasn’t felt so close to the horror and disbelief and the helpless “where will they hit next” feeling of that Tuesday 6 years ago.
That’s not to say that I’ve forgotten, or didn’t feel an achy twinge when I remembered what day it was as I turned on the radio this morning. It’s also not to say that many others are not still experiencing tremendous grief. When the terrorists struck, they killed nearly 3000 people, but they wounded millions more. They wounded those close to the tragedy extremely deeply, but the shrapnel of those murders also pierced the hearts of Americans and freedom-lovers around the world.
Today I realized that my scars were healing. Though they’ll always be there and the tragic images will be seared into my brain until the day I die, today feels normal.
It’s September 11. Just another ordinary day.
Onward.
How grateful I am that this is my God.
Isaiah 46:9-11 (ESV)
“Remember this and stand firm,
recall it to mind, you transgressors,
remember the former things of old;
for I am God, and there is no other;
I am God, and there is none like me,
declaring the end from the beginning
and from ancient times things not yet done,
saying, ‘My counsel shall stand,
and I will accomplish all my purpose,’
calling a bird of prey from the east,
the man of my counsel from a far country.
I have spoken, and I will bring it to pass;
I have purposed, and I will do it.”
Made for Eternity 