9 11, I remember.

9 11. I remember.

I remember how for a moment in time, so many things didn't matter. It didn't matter what color you were or if you were female or male. It didn't matter your age, religion, sexual orientation, or political beliefs. For a moment, before fingers started pointing, people came together in love. We supported each other in our grief. We bonded in our love for the fallen and lost. We praised the efforts of our heroes. Together we stood united, not just as a country, but as human beings. We turned our focus from ourselves and placed it onto what really mattered... people, love, hope. 5 years ago today, for a moment, people understood what really mattered. So, as we remember 9 11, let's not get wrapped up in the politics or theories. Instead, let's remember the lesson of love that was learned. Let's remember our heroes. Let's remember what our hearts felt that day. I believe, in the midst of the carnage and the terror, God did bless America. He covered us with love and hope. He cradled us in His loving arms and began to mend our hearts with His healing touch. He allowed us to prove to ourselves that we can unite for a common cause of loving one another. Let's remember 9 11 by loving and as a result... America can start Blessing God.