9/11 ~ Eleven years later...

This we must remember: What is freedom?

forever changed

I will never forget that phone call from my husband as I was readying my sons for breakfast. 

He told me to watch the news. I turned the TV on, as so many did, just as the second plane was hitting. 

I watched and moaned in horror as debris and bodies flew out the other side of that building... as smoke started filling the sky I rocked and groaned "Dear Jesus, dear Jesus, dear Jesus..." At the age of seven, my oldest could barely grasp the significance of the tragedy; and of course, my three- and one-year-old were upset only because of my wailing.

"What's wrong, Mom? What's wrong?"

All I could think of were those thousands of souls perishing without a Savior.