I was in either 4th or 5th grade and I came downstairs to go to school. I was late to school for some reason…I guess I was sick in the morning. It was around 9 and I came downstairs, ready to leave and I was talking to my mom and both of my parents were just 100% focused on the television. I kept talking, and my dad told me to be quiet. I stared at the t.v. All I remember is just seeing replay after replay of planes hitting a huge building…people screaming and running away…the news anchors nervous and sad and sweating. I didn’t understand at all what was going on. I had never known what a terrorist was or that there were even countries who hated the United States that much. I went to school and my teacher was crying…we had an assembly and they tried to talk to us about what was going on. I went to a private school at the time, so I remember a lot of prayers were said that day.
I went home and we watched the news until bed time. The news was on in my house all the time for weeks. I gained a little more knowledge as the days followed, but never fully understood until I got older. It became real to me, though as I became a more serious follower of Christ. Last year in government class, we watched a documentary on it and I just remember my heart breaking and I was crying…and for the whole day I just felt so heavy…like there was this heavy burden on me. That’s when I understood it. That’s when I took everything I knew and felt about it when I was 10 and turned it into a present feeling, as Christian.
I still don’t know what God’s great plan is through all this…but I know there is one, and for right now, that is all the faith I need through this.
Remembering…
Liz
