Everyone remembers where they were and what they were doing on September 11, 2001. It will live in our memories forever. I was 24, had just completed grad school in August and had a beautiful 4 month old baby girl. We were taking our time that morning, preparing to go for a walk in the park near our townhouse.
Needless to say, we went nowhere that day. I held my baby and cried in front of the tv, wondering what this world would hold for her. My husband called constantly to make sure we were ok and I waited anxiously for him to get home.
There have been other tragedies in our country since 9/11. Today’s bombings in Boston are, unfortunately, not the first. We can’t help but ask Why when these things happen and there’s never a satisfactory answer, is there?
In 2001, I had no faith. I didn’t pray when the planes came down because I didn’t believe. I couldn’t reconcile these types of events in my own mind, much less figure out how to explain them to my kids!
I still have no answers today, not really. I pray and I trust that God is in control of all things, but I also know that His ways are so much greater than mine, and I’ll never truly understand. That’s still hard to explain to my kids.
I guess what I really hope is that I’m teaching them faith in God, so that they can trust in Him too.