I literally just copied and pasted this from another blog- but it is powerful and moving so I hope that they will not mind that I am totally copying...............
'MEET ME IN THE STAIRWELL'
You say you will never forget where you were when You heard the news On September 11, 2001. Neither will I. I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room With a man who called his wife to say 'Good-Bye.' I Held his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave him the Peace to say, 'Honey, I am not going to make it, but it Is OK..I am ready to go.'
I was with his wife when he called as she fed Breakfast to their children. I held her up as she Tried to understand his words and as she realized He wasn't coming home that night.
I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a Woman cried out to Me for help. 'I have been Knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!' I said. 'Of course I will show you the way home - only Believe in Me now.'
I was at the base of the building with the Priest Ministering to the injured and devastated souls. I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven. He Heard my voice and answered.
I was on all four of those planes, in every seat, With every prayer. I was with the crew as they Were overtaken. I was in the very hearts of the Believers there, comforting and assuring them that their Faith has saved them.
I was in Texas , Virginia , California , Michigan , Afghanistan . I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news. Did you sense Me?
I want you to know that I saw every face. I knew Every name - though not all know Me. Some met Me For the first time on the 86th floor. Some sought Me with their last breath. Some couldn't hear Me calling to them through the Smoke and flames; 'Come to Me... This way... Take My hand.' Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me. But, I was there.I did not place you in the Tower that day. You May not know why, but I do. However, if you were There in that explosive moment in time, would you have Reached for Me?
Sept. 11, 2001, was not the end of the journey For you . But someday your journey will end. And I Will be there for you as well. Seek Me now while I may Be found. Then, at any moment, you know you are 'ready to go.' I will be in the stairwell of your final moments.
God
I remember waking that morning, turning on the news, and clinging to my then little Allyson as I wondered what would happen next. And I remember running to the grocery with my mom, purchasing powdered milk because that is what felt like the right thing to do. And crying, for all that was lost and damaged that day.
1 comment:
That's really beautiful. I think it's o.k. to copy beautiful stuff.
I don't think we've ever talked about what we did that day. I was quite pregnant, and just spent the next three days on my couch rubbing my belly, watching the news, crying, and praying. When I finally did venture to the store, it was a normal run, except I sought out the news stations on the radio, and hurried in and out...like I was somehow going to miss a miracle when I was in Marsh.
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