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 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, Kansas, London. 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?
September 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.
Remember...I love you.
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 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, Kansas, London. 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?
September 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.
Remember...I love you.
