On the Miracle of Birth

Dear Katie,

A friend recently asked me to send her a copy of the message I had written to her after the birth of my daughter. At first, I couldn't imagine what she was talking about. But my friend was insistent that I had written something that touched her greatly and she really wanted to have a copy of it. A search of backup CD's turned up the following. My friend confirmed that this is the piece I sent, but I swear that I have no recollection of writing it. I guess with all the excitement and exhaustion that surrounds the entry of a new life into a family, it is understandable that something like this might be forgotten; I doubt that I was fully conscious when I wrote this..

Perhaps this is a good example of the true feelings that can come forth in the first hours of parenthood. It is my sincerest hope that you get to experience the closeness to God that I did when you were born.

Love,

Dad
December 7, 2003

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On The Miracle of Birth

MessageFrom: Katie's Dad
Sent: Saturday, September 14, 2002 10:45 PM
To: Distribution List
Subject: FW: Where You Were

Friends,

I have just come home for my first good night's sleep this week. Tomorrow, I will go back to the hospital to pick up my wife and my new baby daughter, Katie. She was born yesterday, September 13th at 12:44 pm. She is a beautiful miracle.

I just checked my email, and the message below was one of the many I had received in the past three days while I was tending to my family. There have been plenty of times in my life that I have doubted, questioned and wondered about God. There have been a few instances, some incredible moments of spiritual clarity, in my life in which God is the only explanation for the outcome. Participating in my daughter's birth and holding her as they dimmed the lights in the room while she opened her eyes for the very first time was a big one. There has been no single time in which I've felt closer to our creator than I did that very moment. It will remain a clear, wonderful, beautiful frozen snapshot in my mind for the rest of my life.

We lead busy lives. A lot of "stuff" happens that can make one a doubter, make one bitter, or make one wander from one path to another. In spite of life's frequent trials and whatever our personal foibles may be, it is the spiritually clear and poignant moments and events that we must hold fast in our hearts and in our souls. In this light, I send this to you.

As you read this, search your memory for the moments you have felt close to God. Reinforce them. Own them. And try to live today as if they are happening in each and every moment.

They are.

Dad


Where You Were


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

During the next 60 seconds, stop whatever you are doing, and take this opportunity. (Literally it is only 1 minute.) All you have to do is the following:

You simply say an "Our Father" for the person that sent you this message:

Our Father who are in Heaven, Hallowed be Thy Name, Thy Kingdom Come, Thy Will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory, forever and ever. Amen.

Next, you send this message to everyone you know. In a while, more people will have prayed for you and you would have obtained a lot of people praying for others.

Next, stop and think and appreciate God's power in your life, for doing what you know is pleasing to him.

If you are not ashamed to do this, follow the instructions. Jesus said, "If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before My Father" If you are not ashamed, send this message...only if you believe. "Yes, I love my God. He is my fountain of Life and My Savior. He Keeps me going day and night. Without Him, I am no one. But with Him, I can do everything. Christ is my strength."

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