I woke up on september 11th to my mom, running into my room, telling me that it was the end of the world. That someone had declared war on North america, By bombing the W.T.C.
I went upstairs and stood, in shock, at the carnage unfolding on CNN.
My five year old daughter looked at me, and asked what was happening to the world. I didn’t even know what to tell her. I didn’t know that it was an act of terrorisim.
I cried as i drove the 45 minutes to work. My heart was on Fire, and I didn’t know what to expect.
I teared up all day as they showed it all on CNN. The big screens in my bar were on CNN, and everyone was there, watching, waiting, Questioning their own mortality, as I did mine. How many little kids and babies, and teenagers became orphaned?
How many still don’t know?
My heart is still on Fire.
I went to church and asked the lord, Why?
This battle now Rages in the east, and to some it seems so far away, and to others, so close to home.
I Pray for the World, and for those whom have lost loved ones, and for those who can’t find peace within.
I can’t. As that country lady put it “Love’s the only house big enough for all the pain in the world”
She is right.