Today, every American pauses to reflect on and remember the events of 9/11 – an unfathomable day of tragedy which united all Americans and our allies. The indelible memory is forever etched in my mind. I remember where I was, my thoughts, my actions, my fear and my revulsion at the events of that day. It was during that day and the subsequent weeks and months that follow, that Americans were united in our grief, in our resolve and in our hope. I cannot forget the quiet skies, the pickup trucks with American flags proudly mounted in their beds, the common courtesy and decency that we all afforded one another during those weeks that followed. I remember our Congress putting aside their differences to sing together on the steps of the capital, “God Bless America”. In short, I choose to remember that out of that horror came much good. May God bless America.
My soul continually remembers it and is bowed down within me. But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope: the steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. – Lamentations 3:20-23