I prefer to forget. I prefer to not think about it at all. I prefer that it stay in the recesses of my mind, never to be brought forward again. I deal well with reality and believe in facing things head-on, but the implications of this date are far too overwhelming for me to allow them to come forth.
I don't want to remember. Why would I entertain thoughts of devestation? Why would I want to think of what that day meant to me and to our nation? Instead of blogging about my feelings today, which I really don't feel like dredging up, I would like for us to pause for a moment and thank God for the security He gives us through Jesus Christ.