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, 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.

– GOD

By Stacey Randall