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 as she realized he
wasn't coming home that night.
I was in
the stairwell on the 23rd
floor when a women 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 NOT all knew
Me. Some met me for the first
time on the 86th floor. Some
sought me out with their last
breath. Some couldn't hear me
calling 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.
~God~
Written by:
Stacey Randall
