September 11th...

A friend posted about September 11th in her blog, and it inspired me to write about it here.

It's hard to believe that was six years ago, and I think about how much has changed in my life since then. I wasn't directly affected, but I remember watching the second plane hit the tower, later watching them collapse, trying desperately all day to work, but being too preoccupied with trying to watch TV and even making bunny ears on my boss' TV (after we unpacked it) to get better reception.

That night I had a conversation with a friend about how we felt helpless and wondered silly things like, "If I didn't have pizza for dinner yesterday, would that have changed this?" It's amazing the stupid stuff that goes through your head during times of stress and how you think the miniscule things you do on a daily basis have a large impact. Prayer was the only thing I could do, and I realize now (my faith has grown a lot these last few years) that God was completely in control that day, and always has been. I knew that then, but it has more significance now.

In the six years since: I've grown closer in my walk with God, I've moved to Dallas because of a job that I interviewed for one week "after September 11th" (this phrase is now ingrained in all of our vocabularies), my parents moved to Arkansas, I've met great new friends and made stronger bonds with the old ones, and I got married! There have also been not so good things that have happened in the last six years, but God has been in all of those things which has made it possible to get through. Without God, I couldn't imagine dealing with tragedies like September 11th, and things in my own life.