Where Were You?

I was only 7 years old when JFK was assassinated - 1963 maybe? I'm not even sure of the date. I do not remember where I was when I heard that Elvis was dead or what I was doing when many other "newsworthy" events in history occurred, but during the morning hours of September 11, 2001, when Osama Bin Laden's men were TAKING LIVES of the American people they so hate, I was in a hospital waiting room praying for my daughter who was having surgery which hopefully will enable her to CREATE LIFE. 

I stood over her bed after her surgery, watching the news on the television in her room with tears in my eyes, thinking about the irony of it all. I've never really spoken to anyone about my feelings on that day, but when I read the e-mail below that I received from someone else, actually my daughter, I believe, I recalled the thoughts I had on that day and I just felt like sharing them. I don't normally care for "preachy" messages, I believe that most of the time they do more harm than good. The last paragraph of this writing may sound a little preachy to some, but overall, this is a wonderful little message.  

Rene'
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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 on Me now."

I was at the base of the building with the minister tending 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 had 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.  I did not place you in the towers 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.