A glint in the sky catches my eye. I track it as it makes a long arcing turn and prepares for its final descent.
Fifteen years ago the skies were empty. Fifteen years ago the whole country was grounded though the foundation had been ripped from beneath our feet.
Fifteen years ago my eyes scanned the plane-less sky and struggled to understand how quickly life had changed. Today planes are in the sky, but I feel the same restless bewilderment.
A bag of groceries sits on the seat beside me as I drive. Feeding those I love lets me feel useful in my helplessness. I watch the plane until it dips out of sight. I pull into the driveway and unload the groceries. I head to the kitchen to chop and mix, to sauté, to layer and bake.
Fifteen years ago everything changed . . . and nothing changed. Fifteen years ago we recoiled at humanity’s hatred, but the venom burns through us as hotly as ever.
We forget because it hurts to remember. We remember because it hurts to forget.
Fifteen years. And counting.
September 11, December 7–dates that are seared into our very beings, as Americans. What a fitting time this is to remember all of God’s past grace and provision for our country and, as a nation, trust in Him
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Part of our shared experience, from Pearl Harbor (before our time) to JFK assassination, Bobby Kennedy, Martin Luther King Jr assassination, Challenger explosion, 9-11… we remember where we were, what we thought, and all that changed in an instant.
So true! And for the ones before our time we’ve heard the stories of the people who remember and in some ways carry their memories with us.
“Seared”–what a perfect word for it!