I remember the month after 9/11 more than I actually remember 9/11.
Two thin lines of smoke reached up to a crystal blue sky and I couldn’t take my eyes off the cityscape with the twin towers missing.
It still haunts me that our original cycle date was supposed to begin with our arrival in New Jersey on 9/11.
Aunt Flo was uncharacteristically late that month and her tardiness delayed our flight plans until October.
I heard Joel Osteen say recently to try to keep your joy even when your plans don’t work out on your timeline.
You never know what God is keeping you from.
I struggle with that because I can’t imagine His plan was to let all those people die that awful day.
There was so much fear during that time. I struggled with delaying the cycle as the news reported that we needed to expect the worst but go on with life as usual.
To stop living seemed like it would dishonor those who died that day.
The dark minds that carried out those attacks hoped that taking those buildings and planes down would stop Americans from pursuing their dreams.
Paralyze us into living in a perpetual state of fear
They didn’t succeed.
My proof is practicing her production competition dance as I write this–the outcome of us pursuing our dream of parenthood one month after that horrific attack.
The spirit of every life lost is honored the more passionately we go after our dreams.
The more we strive to make the world a better place the more we overcome the evil that tried to prevail that day.
God bless all the souls lost that day.
God bless the families and friends that still miss them.
God bless America for waking up from that nightmare with a renewed passion to protect our right to pursue our dreams of happiness.