The last two days I have been processing as I do every year now, on 9/11 – what it means to be an American. My heart literally broke this morning as I asked Madison if they talked about September 11 yesterday. Her response, “Why would we talk about it?” I asked once more “did you guys talk about 9/11?” Her response: “no, what’s that?” – My heart immediately shattered. I then began to explain to her the events of 9/11. What happened. Who was effected and the bravery and boldness of the passengers of flight 93. Together we cried as we processed what it may have taken to come against attackers, hoping to survive, yet putting the lives of the millions in our country over our own.
The betrayal. The raw feelings of a personal assault flooding back as we discuss why someone would do this. Why they felt it was necessary. We discussed how old I was when it happened and the things I felt and understood.
We live in the greatest country on earth. We live in a place which allows us to verbally assault our president – daily – without the fear of being detained or killed. A practice I firmly believe is of the upmost disrespect, shameful in every way.
We live in a place where I dont fear going to church. I can confidently share my walk with the Lord when I encounter people.
We live in the country where all things are possible if you have the drive to make it happen.
Something taken for granted far too often by far too many.
We are in a state where shootings are of no surprise, to be expected. Teen suicide is a trend. And overdosing is in our daily grind.
This is what we used to stand for.
What we tend today, to project and live out.
Take me back to September 12. Forever and always.
That is our USA.
And if you ask me,Jesus.
Take me back.
UNITED states of AMERICA.
United we will stand once more.
We have to.