I have really fallen off the blog wagon! So sorry! I promise to get better.

In my precious Grandpa's words, "Life is good". Fall semester started up last week. I have Industry Analysis on Monday nights and Debt Markets, Interest Rates, and Hedging on Tuesday nights. The second class should just be called "Riveting". Amy Klitzke (formerly Stittsworth) is in my Monday class- I am so glad we are in a class together!

We are in our 4th out of 4 years of confirmation. We began mentoring these kids in 7th grade and now they are in 10th! They look so different and have grown (physically, not necessarily in maturity) so much! We have our last retreat this weekend at Camp Wapo in Wisconsin. It's been a big commitment for us and hard to juggle at times, especially with work and school, but we are so glad we did it!

I don't know if anyone is even reading this anymore. I promise to post more exciting stuff soon! Keep tuned.

In the meantime, I normally don't like forwards (I immediately go to snopes.com to check the validity) but I enjoyed the one I received today, the 7th year anniversary of 9/11/01.

Where were you that tragic day? I was in my college dorm room. I had just returned from the shower. I was standing there in my towel with my wet hair and turned on the TV, like I did every morning. I was captivated by what I saw. Minutes later I watched the second plane hit. Surreal. I had class that morning and afternoon. That evening I went to a prayer vigil at our school's chapel. I talked to my mom, dad, brother and Josh. Josh and I had only been dating for 9 (wonderful) days. No matter where you were, God was there too.

'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 , 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.

God