I didn't want to do one of these blog posts, since everyone is doing it, and has done it on Facebook. No one really cares where you were on Sept 11, 2001. It's just the common thread of remembering when it happened. For the record, I was sitting in my parents apartment in my room, unemployed at the time. I woke up and wandered over to the computer and signed onto AIM, when a friend of mine from Steel Center Tech Academy, told me to turn on CNN. I did and watched plane number two slam right into the second tower. And so America was forced to admit what the world had known for years, Islamic Terrorists were out to get our country, and finally scored a big hit. They had tried in 1993 to blow up the same buildings...and failed.

This morning I sat watching the coverage, ten years later and watched my little girl Faith, stand at the fence around the entertainment center and just watch as they unfurled the flag from the towers and sang the Star Spangled Banner. Ten years ago, I couldn't have even imagined the unfathomable blessings God has brought into my life.

Ten years ago, God wasn't the focus point of my life that he has become today. A few months after 9/11 I got a job working for the Post Office. Five years later, God was something that was worth giving everything for, and I responded to his promise of "a wife, a car, a house, and a new job, if I followed him". I was a single guy who had never had a girlfriend, didn't have a license, and couldn't imagine finding another job. I stepped out in faith, and God provided. And this morning I got to play with my little girl Faith, who is the best cuddler in the world. I also got to roll around with Phoebe as well.

My life was complete this morning, ten years later, not because of how I responded to a terrorist attack, but because of how I responded to God.