today morning, i cried. i cried in my bed, like i do every morning on 9/11. with every passing year, it becomes more and more difficult to relive the memories of this day. i didn't really lose anyone personally on this day - nobody that i knew died, or even got injured. but i always cry. cry because a city so known for its cold shoulder, had its men and women selflessly giving up their lives for the strangers among them. my city that i love with all my heart, engaged in the ultimate act of love; bringing me back to Christ every time. Freedom Tower stands, ever so glorious, as a reminder to me of who Jesus is: The One who abandoned His life, so i can have mine. my heart is so heavy today, but even more grateful for the courageous men and women that i will meet again one day up there. i'm never more proud to be a New Yorker than i am on September 11th. #NeverForget (at One Battery Park Plaza)










