In my minds eye I still see them. I still feel the chills on my skin. I still smell the burning steel. On at outbid every year I’m transformed back to her running down those stairs, running for her life.
9/11 will forever be part of me. I’m spending it alone this year. No distractions. No family around me. Just myself with my thoughts and memories and the blessing of life. Realizing life is not a privilege, it’s a gift from God. Within a few days I will be blessed to see my 50th year. Twenty years from that horrible day. I was gifted life. Time to raise my children. Time to decide what I love to do as a career. But mostly I was given time to heal from traumas, disappointments and failures.
God has given me time to realize that there are many ways of being successful. It’s not all in education and money or even relationships. I’m successful n inner strength. I choose to fight for it everyday. I’m a warrior inside. He knew I would be able to handle that moment in time. Though it taunts me, I haven’t allowed it to succumb by existence. I was allowed to walk away with my gift secured in his hand. In his hand where no man can pluck me out.
I’ll never forget the scripture that stayed in my thoughts months before that day arrived. Psalm 91 was my assignment to read everyday until that morning. It’s amazing to know that every verse written so long ago had my name in it. The thought of me was there well before I was born.
By his will I am here. I am whole. I am healed. I am his.
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