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 knew 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.
{disclosure :: these are not my words … this was an email chain that was forwarded to me … it embraces everything i fully believe and wanted to share with you}
{update :: this was written by stacey randall and is copyrighted to her. thank you stacey for these beautiful words}
i. love. this.
so appropriate, and necessary.
luv u!
::hugs::
p.s. i hope to get caught up with you soon. hopefully life’ll get peaceful for me real quick!
Oh Tracie!! What a beautiful post.
Tracie, thank you for this post…it also captures all that I am thinking today (and was thinking on that horrible day ten years ago). You continue to inspire us to find the good (and the God) inside of us. Bless you.
It was written by Stacey Randall. It is copyrighted. See: http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,626031,00.html
Always amazing how God can bless us with just the right words. Thank you for sharing.
Tracie, thank you for sharing this healing poem. God is with us always . . . walking beside us and living in our hearts. We are here to carry the legacy of lost loved ones forward . . . this poem gives us the strength to do so. May God continue to give you courage, strength, and hope.
Just love these words:)
our pastor read that same poem… it is absolutely toucing… so much hope and so much strength just from knowing that HE never leaves us!
I remember clearly. I was on the 48th floor of World Trade 2 getting people out who didn’t want to leave. I remember going going down the stairs watching the firemen going up and thinking “Your probably not coming back out.” I was watching 15′ pieces of concrete and aluminum from the upper floors fly past my window. I remember thinking about my children, wondering if I’d ever see them again. I remember the absolute silence of the City of New York while walking north to get a boat to NJ. I remember wondering how many people that I knew would die and it turned out to be way too many. I remember wondering if I would meet Jesus that day. I didn’t because I believe my work here is not yet done. Pray for all of us.