September 11 is a dark valley in my memory. It is covered in the immense sorrow and pain, anger and rage, ash and death of others. It is a place laced with my own blindness and poverty of spirit. It is where I fall to my knees with a burden so great, where I weep still for a world that longs desperately for a love that restores and makes new and brings life.But it is a valley where I am not alone. Even there, Jesus is. Even now.
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