I probably can’t remember where I was last Tuesday at 8:45 am, but I remember exactly where I was on September 11, 2001 when I heard the news. I remember how I felt. I remember the images. I remember who I talked with and how my community processed it. Time stopped that moment and then everything was slow motion for weeks on end.
While January 1 marks a new year on the calendar, the First Day of School marks a new year for most of America.
But did I ever pray that anyone I knew would have such an encounter?
If I can do this one thing.
This one small thing.
Could it save this sweet face? Give him/her chances s/he didn’t have before?
It’s a question that was posed to me a few months ago and as a result, I’ve been walking every other week with a friend. It is a time of encouragement, fresh air (although the weather seems to turn poor only on those walking days!), exercise, and sometimes general brain dumping about our lives.