September 11, 2001 ~ I’ll Never Forget

I will never forget this day. Where I was, what I did, who I talked to. My TV was still in my living room in Washington in 2001. I sat on the edge of an ottoman in shock. I started dialing, first my husband, then my married son and his wife, (they were married 2 weeks before 9/11 so they just celebrated their 7th anniversary this year, too)  I woke my 2 kids that were still at home. That day seemed like it would never end. Called my SIL to find out if she’d heard anything from my niece who works in Manhattan. My niece was in route to Manhattan, no one at work had seen her yet. She wasn’t a casualty that day. She made it. She had to turn around and try to get home again. It took her over 6 hours to get home. Small price to pay compared to so many…

Praying that God will continue to lead and direct our leaders in how best to protect the people they are called to serve. Praying that God will protect us from evil. Also praying that God will build us up to be able to persevere and endure whatever suffering comes our way.

I’m headed out to my porch now to put out the only little symbol of our flag I have here in Southern California. My big flags are all in Washington State.  I’ll add a photo soon.

 

Psalm 20:7 ~ “Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the Lord our God.”

So for my morning walk I was on a quest to find U.S. Flags displayed today. I have a hard time walking past 30 minutes by myself and challenging myself with quests helps me stay out longer. At first I was sad that I wasn’t finding any flags but as I plugged away I finally found some. Here’s a collage of some of the flags displayed on my neighborhood 7208 step walk.

Photobucket is holding all my photos that I posted on my blog from 2007-2015 hostage and replaced them with big black and grey boxes with threats. So discouraging…as I’m slowly trying to clean up thousands of posts!

About Ellenhttps://happywonderer.com/I am a wife, mother, baba (grandmother) and a loyal friend. Jesus is my King and my hope is in my future with Him.

14 thoughts on “September 11, 2001 ~ I’ll Never Forget

  1. We were woken by a phone call from our son who was starting work at 4 am PT . . . he heard it on the radio .. .we watched horrifed as the second tower was hit ..
    It is one of those moments in our lives we will never forget. . .
    Today we think of all the innocent victims from your nation. . .our nation. .and many other nations. .

  2. It’s amazing how many things I am forgetting but that morning is crystal clear in my mind. The circling contrails of jets returning to the Kansas City airport, going home from coffee with friends to sit on the sofa holding our girls while we watched the TV. Praying for miracles—I can’t imagine what the families live with. There are many ways that death can startle us but to lose a loved one in such a horrible act of evil seems to add something in my mind. At Wal-Mart this morning they had a moment of silence and it was bizarre—so quiet for such a large store—all activity stopping. There I was weeping as I prayed for families left behind in the toilet paper aisle.

  3. A perfect verse for the day, Ellen. I’ve got my flag flying today. And I remember the sinking feeling that day when I walked into the office to hear my boss tell me that there’s a plane headed to California.

  4. What a sweet tribute Ellen. It’s true that one thing etched in all our memories is first hearing the news and who we connected with.

    It was the first day of school for our 3 year olds and I had moms in tears calling to have reassurance that it was ok to leave their precious children at school. It was tough decision but I opted for normalcy for the kids. We held school, and we held each other.

  5. Willow: Good for you! That’s an adequate solitary walk. Love the flags.

    I was waiting for my son to pick me up and take me to LAX to fly home to PDX, having just arrived in LA from Rome, Italy. Three phone calls later, from my daughter, her roomie and my husband, I concluded I wasn’t going anywhere that day. I ended up taking a bus back to Portland, riding with a stranded flight attendant.

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