September 11th is here yet again.

In the days leading up to it, my Facebook feed started to flood with pictures, memories, stories.  Memorials, tributes and pledges to never forget.  Yet try as I might, I have been struggling to come up with words fitting to express my feelings about the day.  At least not in the text of a Facebook post…

Like everyone else, I remember that beautiful early fall morning well.  I was touring homes with a group of fellow Realtors.  I remember the first house we came to, with the owner out mowing her lawn.  She had no idea the world had been changed forever while she cut her grass.  We went in and she turned on her television.  We all stood there in silent disbelief.  I remember the fear and anxiety knowing that my boss, who is like family to me, was in the NYC area and was to be touring Manhattan at some point during the trip but I didn’t know when.

I also remember the days that followed.  I remember a countryside bathed in red white and blue.  I remember stories of heroism, compassion and patriotism.  I remember hundreds of members of my small town walking united, flags waving, down the main street and to a chapel symbolic of strength and resilience to remember those lost and to pray for the ones left behind.

Words will never be able to fully express what was taken that day.  Too many lives lost, and countless forever altered.  Our country was shaken to its very core.  Our sense of safety and security savagely stripped away.   The heavy sadness and numbness of the days that followed resurfaces every year.

Yet, as immensely boundless and bottomless are those losses, we were given something quite amazing in the midst of the tragedy.  There was a reawakening of the American spirit that had not been seen in generations.  We were again, if only briefly, one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.  The citizens of this great country braided themselves together into a beautiful tapestry of red white and blue.  Wounded, but not defeated.  Determined and resilient.  The chaos of daily life became trivial as we came together to pray for those that were lost, the survivors, the rescue workers, New York City, the Pentagon, the ill fated flights and our entire nation.  The politics, the partisan, all of the divisiveness didn’t matter.  We were Americans.  INDIVISIBLE.

That great American spirit now?  It is too busy bickering about to be bothered with patriotism.  It has been unemployed and can’t find work.  It is working 2 jobs to make ends meet.  It is caught up in the latest divisive politics.  It is anxious about our course of action with Syria.  It is trying to figure out how to balance work, kids, LIFE.

Here we are, 12 years after what seems like yesterday.  Another beautiful early fall morning.  Our nation is more fractured and divided than ever before.  Yet, for this one day, it seems we all go back.  We rewind time.  We come together as one nation, indivisible.

We will never forget.

“Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed, yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken nor my covenant of peace be removed.” says the Lord, who has compassion on you. – Isaiah 54:10