You know what I'm talking about without me even saying "it".

I read the newspapers over the weekend and reflected on where I was and how I found out. I remember vividly calling my husband at work on my cell phone after dropping MacKenzie off at day care. I remember driving all the way to work listening to the radio in disbelief as everyone was trying to find out what the heck was happening. I remember walking into my office and everyone gathering around the TV in total silence - not knowing what to think, say or do. Calling a friend and us wondering together if we should go pick our children up from school. Going home that night, hugging my children and my husband tighter than the night before. Tucking the kids in bed tightly and watching CNN with Bob in more silence. Going to church, holding hands with people around me as we sung patriotic songs and crying together with my family.

All this morning the radio has played 9/11 songs - those written about 9/11 as well as The Star Spangled Banner, America the Beautiful, Amazing Grace. I am very emotional today. I hold a giant place in my heart for those effected by this tragedy. Sydney said this morning that two of her good friends would not have moved here if not for 9/11. In some way it effects all of us.

I have more Faith, I am more patriotic, I am less quick to anger than before 9/11 five years ago. I give more attention to the news, to our military, to those fighting for our right to freedom. I talk to my children about our freedom and those that have died for it. The song Alan Jackson sings, Where were you? says so much. One of the lines is of course Faith, Hope and Love are some good things He gave us, But the greatest is Love.
I hope you will reflect today and say a prayer for all of us.