A Sentiment

God knew what He was doing when He sent a gentle breeze and brought a lovely butterfly to set my heart at ease. The happiness of your friendship and the gentleness of your words have touched my life in special ways and now I feel assured. Thank you for your loyalty and for reading everyday. I only hope you find things to make a happy day.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Meet Me in the Stairwell

This is a repeat from a couple of years ago....

Meet Me In The Stairwell by Stacey Randall

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 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?
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.


Sissy said...

Dear Balisha,
This post brought me to tears. It is one of the most perfect things I've ever seen written about that day. I am hoping you don't mind, I linked to your post from my blog.
I do not have words of my own to talk about that day, but I loved these words on your blog.
Thank you for sharing this.

Elenka said...

Dearest Balisha, this post is so you.
This is a very difficult day. I can't even imagine what it must be like for someone that lost someone, or witnessed it, or lived in the greater New York City area. Can't even imagine.

Jean said...

I just love that and it's so very true.

Rose said...

Balisha, Thank you so much for sharing this with us. It's hard to find the words to describe the emotions surrounding Sept 11, but this story says it best. I wish peace and comfort for all, but especially for those who lost someone dear to them on that terrible day.

garden girl said...

That was beautiful Balisha, and worth repeating.