The brother, the angelic voice wanted me to contact, was my older brother (I will not be mentioning his name.) Whose favorite habit was drinking a bottle of wine, sometimes two or more on a daily basis. His addiction to wine (which he nicknamed, "blood"), always baffled me. He had a brilliant mind, and a zest for life, which also kept him shrouded in mystery. His three great passions, were a love for God, the Holy Bible, and his fellow man. His preferred circle of friends were the addicted, the mentally- challenged, and the poor of his neighborhood. A few people were jealous of him and despised his kind ways. Others found his compassion for their plight genuine, and saw that some of the burdens he was carrying from his life, mirrored their own. They shared their love of wine, laughter and many tears together. 1 John 4:7 reads, "Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and everyone that loveth is born of God."
My problem with finding my brother when he was intoxicated, meant getting in touch with people who had far worse habits than alcoholism. I called my sister to see if she knew where he might be. To my surprise and hers, she said he was in the house. And, instead of being drunk as usual, he had been cold- sober all day long; he was not asleep but wide-awake. It was now after midnight Monday morning.
From the first moment I spoke to him, I knew my sister was right his mind was clear and sharp, his voice strong. I wasn't talking to someone, who had abused alcohol for well over twenty-five -years. I was talking to the brother my mother had described in my youth, the one with all the potential of obtaining his dreams and so much more. I started the conversation by explaining what had happened earlier in the day to my daughter. He was amazingly calm and listened quietly. When I got to the part where I was describing Our Lord Jesus Christ, appearing between the two white clouds, my brother became very quiet and asked to be excused, fifteen minutes later he returned. Upon his return he asked me very calmly to continue telling him what his niece had seen. When I started to describe the other things that appeared in the holy picture of Jesus (including what was over his left shoulder, which later was erased from my memory), that's when my brother asked to be excused a second time, and left me waiting for his return this time for over twenty minutes. I was beginning to wonder if he was sneaking off to drink, so upon his return I asked him where was he going when he would leave the telephone? He told me, "Each time he left he went to pray. To bury his head in the Bible and pray." I then asked him if I should continue? He said, 'Yes'. I started to tell him about the other things my daughter had seen, when he stopped me to ask a question. "Were there any children running with the adults across the clouds below Jesus?" I said, no. He didn't say anything. So, I told him how afraid I was for my daughter and if seeing Jesus meant something was going to happen to her? He then said, "Since there were no children running with the adults then Jesus was not here for my daughter. (I breathe a deep sigh of relief.) He continued and said, "I believe the appearance of Jesus, means someone in our family is going to die." And then he said, "I think you should prepare yourself for that possibility." I simply said, "I understand." And the conversation continued as he spoke pausingly, "I think ... it's a close relative, like ... an aunt or an uncle. No ... no, it's someone closer much closer then that ... its ... a sister ... or a brother!" With that heart-wrenching announcement he became very quiet, and suddenly he was no longer on the telephone. He had slipped away, perhaps to go and pray again. At least, that's what I told myself. I wasn't sure what was going on as I waited for his return. So much was racing through my mind about the information he had given me, and how I never asked how he had arrived at his conclusions. A little over twenty minutes later, when he came back to the telephone, I could tell by his voice something had happened. My brother has often told me throughout my life, and with sincerity, that he has always felt he was at least one hundred years old. I used to tease him when he would say this, but his voice now reflected that age, he sound tired- very tired. So, I listened intently to every word he had to say. What follows is a close account of that blessed conversation. He begin by saying pausingly, "It's me! ...It's me! ... It's my time! ... It's my time! ... But I'm not ready! ...I'm not finished with my work! ... I'm not finished with my work!"
I thought my brother was overreacting to Our Lord's appearance (I was wrong. I was the messenger. The message was for my brother, and his reaction to it meant he understood it perfectly. Praise God!) "What are you talking about?" I said, "You're not going anywhere!" He became very quiet. Then a sudden calm came over him and his voice was now soft and soothing, no longer tired. He said, "Listen to me. (he said my name) Listen to me. I want you to pray for someone you don't know. And, don't tell me who that person is." (I borrowed this last caring thought for his fellow man from my brother. I felt that since it was so important to him for me, "to pray for someone I didn't know," it should be equally important to share the same thought with my readers. My brother was right. Everyone needs our prayers, whether we know them or not. So, I put this precious thought at the end of most of my posts, in memory of the love my brother had for all people.)
I didn't question his request. I simply said,"okay." I remembered reading a very tragic story in the newspaper a few weeks before, that I couldn't
get off my mind. So, I immediately said a prayer for the person mentioned in the article. When I finished my prayer, I placed the telephone up to my right ear and started talking to my brother, suddenly a powerful burst of energy passed from him through the reciever into me. It didn't hurt, but I did feel it as it enter into my body. I immediatly asked my brother, "What was that?" He simply said in a very calm voice, "It's alright. It's alright. Don't worry about it." A sudden calmness came over me and the incident was forgotten (for two months). My brother and I continued to talk for another fifteen minutes or so about personal matters close to his heart. I felt no need to question him, I knew spiritually I was there to listen only. When his conversation came to an end, I managed to thank him for explaining Our Lord Jesus Christ's, appearance and what such a glorious event meant. He paused and for a moment got very quiet and said once again in a calm soft voice, "I want to tell you I love you, my sister. Goodnight."
My conversation with my brother started late Sunday night and lasted until after 1:30 am Monday morning. When I awoke from sleeping I had no memory of ever speaking to him. God had erase all memory of that Sunday and early Monday morning from our minds, until He was ready to give us His permission to remember and speak of that glorious day. Praise God! And that permission came later (in the fourth and final part) of this blessed event.
Please, always pray for someone you don't know. And, don't tell anyone who that person is. May God Bless You.
Copyright 2007, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
A MESSAGE FROM GOD (A MIRACLE ?) PART 2
My daughter, who has never been subject to any kind of outburst, was a little upset at her mama. "Its too late! Its too late mommy! When you didn't come out
on the porch, the picture disappeared!" She snapped. I took both of her hands in mine, kissed them and apologized for not coming to see her picture. I asked her to tell me what she saw. The description of what my seven-year-old saw on July 12,1981 at 7pm on a Sunday, is very close to her exact words as she told me of the miraculous blessing. "When I went out on the front porch, I saw a lot of white birds across the street (I believe what she saw were doves) so I started watching them through my toy telescope. At first the white birds were flying low to the ground in front of the house across the street. Then, they suddenly flew up and over the house, flying higher and higher across the sky. As they flew pass two beautiful white clouds, the birds disappeared. The white clouds were sitting side-by-side in the middle of the sky. As I watched them with my telescope, they parted and a man, with a very bright light behind him, appeared between the two large white clouds." I stopped her to ask a question. "What did the man look like?"
"He had long brown hair, that in the bright light looked kinda reddish- brown, he had a beard and it was also reddish-brown in the light, and he had blue eyes." I was stunned, my mind was racing, my heart was pounding in my chest, and I had to ask myself the question. Did my little girl see Jesus Christ?
I had to calm myself down before I asked her my next question. "Tell me more about the man in the sky? Did he say anything to you?
"No, he didn't say anything to me. He was just looking down at all the people, and he looked very very sad."
At that moment, my heart sanked. I then asked her, "What was he wearing?"
"I could only see the top of him between the two clouds, but he had on a light-colored shirt with a long piece of red cloth hanging across his shoulder. She then ran over to my mantel and took down a three inch statue of Jesus (that I've had for years) and said the man in the sky looked just like him, but this is little Jesus." She shouted.
I remember saying something to her about the statue of Jesus, but I can't remember what I said. A calm came over me, as I continued asking her questions. "What else did you see?" She begin to describe to me the other things she saw in the picture along with Jesus.
"Up over his right shoulder I saw a small building, it looked like a blue castle
(she also mention seeing something up over his left shoulder, but neither of us can remember just what that was) and below him I could see three people running. There was a woman in the middle, with a man on one side of her, and a man on the other side of her they were running across the small white clouds together below the man. I couldn't see their faces because they had some kinda long black cloth (a veil) covering their head and faces. That's all I saw, then I came inside to get you, so you could see the beautiful picture of the man between the clouds in the sky."
I apologized to my little girl once again for not coming outside with her. I gave her a big hug and a kiss, told her I loved her, and sent her to get ready for bed. I was now a nervous wreck. My mind was filled with a hundred questions in search of answers. I looked over to my husband (who had been sitting quietly the entire time.) "My statue of the Holy Mother's heart starts pulsating at the same time, our little girl was witnessing the appearance of Jesus Christ. Those
two things within themselves is miraculous and a blessing. But what does it all mean?"
"I don't know. I don't know what it means!" My husband kept saying as he rested his head in his hands. I could tell he was very worried. We didn't speak
of it, but we both grew up hearing the elderly tell stories of children being heaven bound, once they've seen or spoken to Jesus. But God, had already saved my little girl's life twice. Was He calling her home for the third and last time?
My husband was scared, and I was petrified at the thought. And, for the longest time you could hear a feather touch the carpet in my house, it was just that quiet. And, that's when the angelic voice returned and spoke into my right ear once again, "Ask your brother, (she said his name) he will know."
END OF PART 2
Copyright 2007, 2008
on the porch, the picture disappeared!" She snapped. I took both of her hands in mine, kissed them and apologized for not coming to see her picture. I asked her to tell me what she saw. The description of what my seven-year-old saw on July 12,1981 at 7pm on a Sunday, is very close to her exact words as she told me of the miraculous blessing. "When I went out on the front porch, I saw a lot of white birds across the street (I believe what she saw were doves) so I started watching them through my toy telescope. At first the white birds were flying low to the ground in front of the house across the street. Then, they suddenly flew up and over the house, flying higher and higher across the sky. As they flew pass two beautiful white clouds, the birds disappeared. The white clouds were sitting side-by-side in the middle of the sky. As I watched them with my telescope, they parted and a man, with a very bright light behind him, appeared between the two large white clouds." I stopped her to ask a question. "What did the man look like?"
"He had long brown hair, that in the bright light looked kinda reddish- brown, he had a beard and it was also reddish-brown in the light, and he had blue eyes." I was stunned, my mind was racing, my heart was pounding in my chest, and I had to ask myself the question. Did my little girl see Jesus Christ?
I had to calm myself down before I asked her my next question. "Tell me more about the man in the sky? Did he say anything to you?
"No, he didn't say anything to me. He was just looking down at all the people, and he looked very very sad."
At that moment, my heart sanked. I then asked her, "What was he wearing?"
"I could only see the top of him between the two clouds, but he had on a light-colored shirt with a long piece of red cloth hanging across his shoulder. She then ran over to my mantel and took down a three inch statue of Jesus (that I've had for years) and said the man in the sky looked just like him, but this is little Jesus." She shouted.
I remember saying something to her about the statue of Jesus, but I can't remember what I said. A calm came over me, as I continued asking her questions. "What else did you see?" She begin to describe to me the other things she saw in the picture along with Jesus.
"Up over his right shoulder I saw a small building, it looked like a blue castle
(she also mention seeing something up over his left shoulder, but neither of us can remember just what that was) and below him I could see three people running. There was a woman in the middle, with a man on one side of her, and a man on the other side of her they were running across the small white clouds together below the man. I couldn't see their faces because they had some kinda long black cloth (a veil) covering their head and faces. That's all I saw, then I came inside to get you, so you could see the beautiful picture of the man between the clouds in the sky."
I apologized to my little girl once again for not coming outside with her. I gave her a big hug and a kiss, told her I loved her, and sent her to get ready for bed. I was now a nervous wreck. My mind was filled with a hundred questions in search of answers. I looked over to my husband (who had been sitting quietly the entire time.) "My statue of the Holy Mother's heart starts pulsating at the same time, our little girl was witnessing the appearance of Jesus Christ. Those
two things within themselves is miraculous and a blessing. But what does it all mean?"
"I don't know. I don't know what it means!" My husband kept saying as he rested his head in his hands. I could tell he was very worried. We didn't speak
of it, but we both grew up hearing the elderly tell stories of children being heaven bound, once they've seen or spoken to Jesus. But God, had already saved my little girl's life twice. Was He calling her home for the third and last time?
My husband was scared, and I was petrified at the thought. And, for the longest time you could hear a feather touch the carpet in my house, it was just that quiet. And, that's when the angelic voice returned and spoke into my right ear once again, "Ask your brother, (she said his name) he will know."
END OF PART 2
Copyright 2007, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
A LIFE SAVED BY GOD ( 1st TIME )
I was sitting at the dining room table giving my 9- day old baby girl a few ounces of water from her bottle, when my older daughter and her cousin playfully ran by us laughing and screaming. The baby had just taken a few sips of water, when she was startled by the outburst and started to choke! (Please don't give an infant water while young children are sharing the same room). My sister (who was visiting at the time) and I tried everything possible to clear her lungs of water, but nothing worked.
EMS (Emergency Medical Service) was on the way, but I felt they would not arrive in time. She was so tiny, so dependent on me to save her, and I was failing to do so. I was so afraid that she was going to die. I could feel the life draining out of her. As I took my baby (who still couldn't catch her breath) and held her aloft in front of me (in the center of my kitchen), I instinctively cried out to God for help. 'Please, please don't take my baby from me! You just gave her to me!' And, when I lowered her back into my arms, after what seemed like an eternity (but was only a moment), she was breathing normally.
Psalm 77:1 reads: "I cried unto God with my voice, even unto God with my voice; and he gave ear unto me."
The EMS crew had just entered the house. They took my baby, laying her on a mat on the dining table. After having examined her, they said she seemed to be breathing normally, but she needed to be taken to the hospital because of her age and to insure that no water remained in her lungs. While her lungs were being x-rayed, I prayed for my baby again.
And, because of the Grace of a merciful God, they found no trace of water left in her lungs.
I Praise God for Answered Prayers!
EMS (Emergency Medical Service) was on the way, but I felt they would not arrive in time. She was so tiny, so dependent on me to save her, and I was failing to do so. I was so afraid that she was going to die. I could feel the life draining out of her. As I took my baby (who still couldn't catch her breath) and held her aloft in front of me (in the center of my kitchen), I instinctively cried out to God for help. 'Please, please don't take my baby from me! You just gave her to me!' And, when I lowered her back into my arms, after what seemed like an eternity (but was only a moment), she was breathing normally.
Psalm 77:1 reads: "I cried unto God with my voice, even unto God with my voice; and he gave ear unto me."
The EMS crew had just entered the house. They took my baby, laying her on a mat on the dining table. After having examined her, they said she seemed to be breathing normally, but she needed to be taken to the hospital because of her age and to insure that no water remained in her lungs. While her lungs were being x-rayed, I prayed for my baby again.
And, because of the Grace of a merciful God, they found no trace of water left in her lungs.
I Praise God for Answered Prayers!
A LIFE SAVED BY GOD ( 2nd TIME )
On three (3) separate occasions, in one week, I had the same vision everytime I'd look out the window of my front door. In the vision, I was running down the opposite side of my block, screaming 'Help!' A week later, this vision became a living nightmare. When my five-year-old daughter fell unconscious after suffering a (complex) Febrile Seizure. The only difference in the vision and reality was my daughter.
I was running, with her in my arms, screaming for help. Her lips had turned a purplish color, and her temperature went from slightly-elevated to 103 in a matter of a few minutes. My next-door neighbor brought her out of her seizure (Praise God!). But, when she arrived at the hospital her temperature had risen to 104 (degrees). The doctors tried everything they could to get my daughter's temperature under control. They gave her a Spinal Tap (to detect infection), and packed her body in ice (among other things) and nothing seem to work. Still, her temperature continued to rise to 105 (degrees). The doctors also said they thought my daughter had been in the seizure too long-over (10 minutes) and that she may have suffered brain damage. Two days had passed, and her temperature was still at 105. The doctors informed me they had done everything possible and that if her temperature started to rise again, she would die. I was devastated. A few hours later, I looked over at my five-year-old, she was so red in color and very warm to the touch, but she was in no pain, and no discomfort what so ever. (Praise God!) She was smiling at me and giggling, and moving about in her hospital bed. Later, when I had to leave for fifteen minutes, she even had enough strength to sneak out of her bed, pass the Nurses Station, and play in the playroom, with the other sick children. The doctors were unable to explain to me how she could be acting like a healthy five-year-old, but medically be so close to death.
She should have been too weak, too sick to get out of bed. Yet, she managed to do so. That night, I was so exhausted I just laid across the
foot of my daughter's bed after she went to sleep, and took a nap. The nurses were kind enough not to disturb me as they continue to monitor her throughout the night. I awoke about 5 (am) and was told she had been sleeping peacefully, but her temperature had started to rise again ever so slowly toward 106 (degrees). It was while listening to the nurse, that a serene calm suddenly came over me, and I started to remember the spiritual things that had happened to me, during the week of my daughter's arrival at the hospital. Each time, I entered the hospital to visit my daughter, I would have to walk pass the hospital chapel, and when I did, I'd feel a light tugging on my right arm. It was as if something or someone was pulling me toward the chapel. But, when this happened, I'd resist, telling myself I didn't have time to go in, I had to be with my daughter. After thinking about it, I realized this had happen to me on at lease three separate occasions, and I became suddenly aware that, I hadn't prayed! Oh my God! I hadn't prayed for my little girl! I always pray! I pray for people I know, people I don't know. Yet, I forgot to pray for my own child! How could I forget to pray?!
That had never happened to me before!
It was a little past five in the morning, when I knelt beside my daughter's hospital bed and asked God for forgiveness.
Psalm 9:1 reads, "I will praise thee, O Lord with my whole heart; I will shew forth all thy marvellous works."
I didn't follow scripture. I had ignored the presence of God, when I was
shown the vision at my front door 3 different times, for a week. God was there. I was blind to His presence when my little girl was burning up with fever, yet she was happy, and was not suffering. God was there loving and comforting her. And, when I was being spiritually pulled to the chapel for prayer, it was God tugging gently on my arm pleading for me, to come with Him and pray for my little girl. How could I have been so absorbed in a crisis that literally screamed for the intervention of God, and not call upon Him?!
I was mystified and ashamed at my actions. "Oh, my God please forgive me! Please forgive me!" I asked with fervency, as I prayed for forgiveness
and help for my little girl - that, if its His will, to please save her life, once again (He had saved her life at (9) days old. See second post).
When I finished praying, I felt in spirit, it was alright to leave the hospital for a short time, just long enough to check on my eight-year-old daughter, who was very sick with the flu, and also had a rising temperature.
It took fifteen minutes to ride from the hospital to my home, another ten minutes to find out my daughter's temperature had subsided and she was doing fine (Praise God!). As my husband and I turned to rush back to the hospital, the telephone rang. It was a nurse calling from the Nurse's Station outside my daughter's hospital room. She was so excited, she was screaming into the telephone that my daughter's temperature had suddenly gone from 105 (point something) degrees and rising (a death watch) to a life-saving 103 degrees, in a matter of a couple of minutes.
She said that the hospital staff couldn't understand, what had happened!
I knew they thought my daughter was going to succumb to her illness because she was so sick. But, God had other plans for my little girl (which you can read about in my next post) and saved her life once again, and I praised a most merciful God. The doctors also said my daughter would suffer with more Febrile Seizures during her life, but the Lord has been watching over her. And to this day, many years later, those seizures have never occurred, and there was no damage to her brain from the childhood seizure. Psalm 29:2 reads, "Give unto the Lord the glory due unto his name; worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness."
I PRAISE GOD FOR ANSWERED PRAYERS!
Please, always pray for someone you don't know. And, tell no one who that person is. May God Bless you.
Copyright 2007 , 2008.
I was running, with her in my arms, screaming for help. Her lips had turned a purplish color, and her temperature went from slightly-elevated to 103 in a matter of a few minutes. My next-door neighbor brought her out of her seizure (Praise God!). But, when she arrived at the hospital her temperature had risen to 104 (degrees). The doctors tried everything they could to get my daughter's temperature under control. They gave her a Spinal Tap (to detect infection), and packed her body in ice (among other things) and nothing seem to work. Still, her temperature continued to rise to 105 (degrees). The doctors also said they thought my daughter had been in the seizure too long-over (10 minutes) and that she may have suffered brain damage. Two days had passed, and her temperature was still at 105. The doctors informed me they had done everything possible and that if her temperature started to rise again, she would die. I was devastated. A few hours later, I looked over at my five-year-old, she was so red in color and very warm to the touch, but she was in no pain, and no discomfort what so ever. (Praise God!) She was smiling at me and giggling, and moving about in her hospital bed. Later, when I had to leave for fifteen minutes, she even had enough strength to sneak out of her bed, pass the Nurses Station, and play in the playroom, with the other sick children. The doctors were unable to explain to me how she could be acting like a healthy five-year-old, but medically be so close to death.
She should have been too weak, too sick to get out of bed. Yet, she managed to do so. That night, I was so exhausted I just laid across the
foot of my daughter's bed after she went to sleep, and took a nap. The nurses were kind enough not to disturb me as they continue to monitor her throughout the night. I awoke about 5 (am) and was told she had been sleeping peacefully, but her temperature had started to rise again ever so slowly toward 106 (degrees). It was while listening to the nurse, that a serene calm suddenly came over me, and I started to remember the spiritual things that had happened to me, during the week of my daughter's arrival at the hospital. Each time, I entered the hospital to visit my daughter, I would have to walk pass the hospital chapel, and when I did, I'd feel a light tugging on my right arm. It was as if something or someone was pulling me toward the chapel. But, when this happened, I'd resist, telling myself I didn't have time to go in, I had to be with my daughter. After thinking about it, I realized this had happen to me on at lease three separate occasions, and I became suddenly aware that, I hadn't prayed! Oh my God! I hadn't prayed for my little girl! I always pray! I pray for people I know, people I don't know. Yet, I forgot to pray for my own child! How could I forget to pray?!
That had never happened to me before!
It was a little past five in the morning, when I knelt beside my daughter's hospital bed and asked God for forgiveness.
Psalm 9:1 reads, "I will praise thee, O Lord with my whole heart; I will shew forth all thy marvellous works."
I didn't follow scripture. I had ignored the presence of God, when I was
shown the vision at my front door 3 different times, for a week. God was there. I was blind to His presence when my little girl was burning up with fever, yet she was happy, and was not suffering. God was there loving and comforting her. And, when I was being spiritually pulled to the chapel for prayer, it was God tugging gently on my arm pleading for me, to come with Him and pray for my little girl. How could I have been so absorbed in a crisis that literally screamed for the intervention of God, and not call upon Him?!
I was mystified and ashamed at my actions. "Oh, my God please forgive me! Please forgive me!" I asked with fervency, as I prayed for forgiveness
and help for my little girl - that, if its His will, to please save her life, once again (He had saved her life at (9) days old. See second post).
When I finished praying, I felt in spirit, it was alright to leave the hospital for a short time, just long enough to check on my eight-year-old daughter, who was very sick with the flu, and also had a rising temperature.
It took fifteen minutes to ride from the hospital to my home, another ten minutes to find out my daughter's temperature had subsided and she was doing fine (Praise God!). As my husband and I turned to rush back to the hospital, the telephone rang. It was a nurse calling from the Nurse's Station outside my daughter's hospital room. She was so excited, she was screaming into the telephone that my daughter's temperature had suddenly gone from 105 (point something) degrees and rising (a death watch) to a life-saving 103 degrees, in a matter of a couple of minutes.
She said that the hospital staff couldn't understand, what had happened!
I knew they thought my daughter was going to succumb to her illness because she was so sick. But, God had other plans for my little girl (which you can read about in my next post) and saved her life once again, and I praised a most merciful God. The doctors also said my daughter would suffer with more Febrile Seizures during her life, but the Lord has been watching over her. And to this day, many years later, those seizures have never occurred, and there was no damage to her brain from the childhood seizure. Psalm 29:2 reads, "Give unto the Lord the glory due unto his name; worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness."
I PRAISE GOD FOR ANSWERED PRAYERS!
Please, always pray for someone you don't know. And, tell no one who that person is. May God Bless you.
Copyright 2007 , 2008.
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