Where were you when the world stopped turning....

That Allen Jackson song keeps ringing in my head today "where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?"

I was on the other side of the country that day in the saftey of my parents home. I remember it so vividly. I was in 7th grade, getting ready for school, eating my breakfast in the living room when my brother Andrew called to tell me to turn on the TV. I watched as they replayed over and over again those planes flying into the Twin Towers.  I had no clue what kind of tragedy was actually happening there in New York, but I remember the greif and horror on my teacher's faces that day at school. My english teacher, Mrs. Bioni, told us we'd remember this day forever, even what we were wearing, and someday it'd be in the history books. And I do remember---I was wearing my "cool" brown sadals, jean capris, and a black graphic T. 

More importantly though, today I remember the families who lost their loved ones that day. Families that had no idea what'd happen as they went off to work and to school that day. Firefighters who worked tirelessly day in and day out.  I'm lifting them up in prayer today, that the God of the universe would comfort, encourage, and restore. And I'm thanking that same God that watches over all of us for my life, the breath in my lungs, my family, and his protection over us...because life is precious and can be gone in an instant. Let's not take that for granted.