Days like 9/11 remind me how Broken we all are. Everyone has a day like that...a day that your individual life was forever changed. A day that you remember EXACTLY where you were and what you were doing. No it is not a date that everyone else may be able to relate to, but every now and then, there is a date that effects everyone, no matter what race, creed, religion, age, sexual orientation, or...
social standing.
I have my 9/11/2001 memories. It changed the way I viewed America. See, I spent most of my elementary school years oversesas, seeing atrocities that we have never witnessed on American soil. When we were in the rice riots of '79 in Monrovia, Liberia, I thought of the safety of American soil. 9/11/2001, I realized there is no real "safe place" on earth. Psalm 27:5 For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle and set me high upon a rock.
Never Forget.
I have my 9/11/2001 memories. It changed the way I viewed America. See, I spent most of my elementary school years oversesas, seeing atrocities that we have never witnessed on American soil. When we were in the rice riots of '79 in Monrovia, Liberia, I thought of the safety of American soil. 9/11/2001, I realized there is no real "safe place" on earth. Psalm 27:5 For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle and set me high upon a rock.
Never Forget.
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