It's hard to believe it's been 10 years.  We all remember the level of shock that settled in on our hearts and minds.  I remember sitting transfixed and watching TV late at night, unwilling to turn it off and go to bed.  Once again in the past so many days I have been pulled into the television shows about the survivors, the last calls from those who died, and the most telling photos.  What touches me the most is that on one level we all knew the people who escaped the towers went through smoke and fire, but until you hear some of the detailed stories, you don't know how close to hell those routes were.

I only pray that those who passed that day rest in peace, may those with mental and emotional scars from escaping that day know calm, and may those who lost a loved one find comfort in the better place their loved ones surely must be.  As for me, I've been feeling drawn to head back to church the past few weeks... here I am awake in time... so I think I'm heading to church.  At least no one should look at me as strangely since it is a significant day, despite the fact that I haven't been there in probably 3 1/2 years.