Stairwell

You say you will never forget where you were when you heard the news,
Sept. 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, 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 they did NOT all know Me. Some met me for
the first time on the 100th floor. Some sought me out in 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.
Most of you were not in the Towers that day. 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