...and I waited to cry.
Even now I feel somewhat guilty in even talking about the event, like it wasn't something that actually happened to me, as if I’m perpetrating a fraud by trying to connect with it. So I didn't know what to say today, but I didn't feel right leaving it alone and ignored. Those that died should be remembered and mourned, those who lost should be comforted, bathed in prayer. In many ways for me it is learning to mourn with those who mourn (Romans 12:15), learning to listen and hear and care more about loving those who are weeping than about stirring up emotions in myself. It’s hard to make sense of this day no matter what you lost twelve years ago and my prayers are with the mourners, with our leaders, with our nation, and I rest on the promise Christ left with us in John 16:33, “In this world you will have tribulation, but take courage; I have overcome the world.”