A LIFE SAVED BY GOD ( 2ND TIME )

On three (3) separate occasions in one week, I would have the same vision: Every time I'd look out my front-door window.  I envisioned myself running down the opposite side of my street, screaming for help. A week later, this vision would become a living nightmare when my five(5) year old daughter fell unconscious after suffering a (complex) Febrile Seizure.
The only difference between the vision at the front door and reality was my daughter: I was running with her in my arms screaming for help. Her lips had turned a purplish color after her temperature went from slightly-elevated to 103 degrees in a matter of a few minutes  My next door neighbor brought her out of the seizure, 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. She was given a Spinal Tap (to detect infection), and her body was packed in ice to lower temperature (among other things).  But, nothing seemed to work. Still her temperature continued to rise to 105 (degrees). The doctors also told me they thought my daughter had been in the seizure for too long a time -- over 10 minutes -- and that she may have sustained brain damage.
Two days had passed and her temperature was still at 105 when the doctors informed me they had done everything they possibly could, 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 hot to the touch  But, she was neither in pain nor discomfort--what so ever. (Praise God!) She was even smiling at me and giggling, and moving about in her bed. Later, when I had to leave for a half an hour, she even had the 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 dying. 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 had gone to sleep, and took a nap myself. The nurses were kind enough not to disturb me, as they continued 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 past the hospital chapel, and when I would do this I'd feel a light tugging on my right arm, it was as if something or someone was pulling me toward the chapel . But, 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 happened to me on at lease three (3) separate occasions, and I was suddenly aware, 'I hadn't prayed!
Oh my God! 'I hadn't prayed, for my little girl!' I always prayed! I pray for people I know, people I don't know. I pray for other people's sick children, yet I forgot to pray for my own. How could I forget to pray? That had never happened to me before! It was a little past five(5) in the morning when I knelt beside my daughter's hospital bed and asked God for forgiveness. Psalm 9:1 says, "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 humbly ashamed at my actions. Oh, my God please forgive me! Please forgive me! I asked with fervent urgency, as I prayed for forgiveness and help for my little girl. That, if it was His will, to please save her life, once again. (He had saved her life at nine (9) days-old. See first time 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 (8) year-old daughter who was very sick with the flu, and had a rising temperature. It took fifteen minutes to ride from the hospital to my home, another ten minutes to find out that my daughter's temperature had subsided (Praise God!) and that she was doing fine.  
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 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 few 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 and saved her life once again, and I praised a most merciful God. The doctors also had told me that my daughter would suffer with more Fibrile Seizures during her life, but the Lord was watching over her and to this day, many years later, those seizures have never occurred, nor was there any damage to her brain from the seizure. Psalm 29:2 says," Give unto the Lord the glory due unto his name; worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness." I PRAISE GOD FOR ANSWERED PRAYERS!

EVIL SPIRIT

One day when I was sitting in my bedroom watching a favorite soap 'General Hospital', I felt a cold chill across my back. I didn't pay to much attention to it at first because it only lasted a few seconds. But, about ten minutes later, my bedroom suddenly became very cold. There was a cold breeze emanating from the direction of the doorway. Although I couldn't see anything or anybody, my goosebumps and instincts told me it was a evil spirit standing there watching me. I knew immediately what I had to do to get the evil spirit out of my house.
My mother (Praise God!) had taught her seven children from childhood about spirits, so I wasn't afraid. She told us how freely they can come and go through houses (most of the time unnoticed) and how they love to bother children. Most parents attribute seeing spirits (or ghosts) to their child's imagination (and that's not always true.)
Simply put, she taught us how to distinguish the good spirits from the evil ones, and taught us a prayer to say whenever one would appear. I have had 6 encounters with evil spirits in my life. Each time that I would say the prayer, the evil presence would disappear. Saying the prayer has always worked for me and my children. I believe it will work for you, if you ever encounter such strange occurrences.
Some spirits have a kind of warmth emanating from them- not an over- powering sense of warmth, but a gentle warmth that you can sometimes feel. I've never had problems with that kind of a spirit. So I would call it a 'Good Spirit'. The 'Evil Spirits' are literally cold as death- at lease the ones I have encountered. They have a chilling breeze around them like a window opened on a cold winter's day.This kind of spirit should be sent on its way immediatly. The way to do this is to say the following short prayer. Say it as often as necessary.
" Lord have mercy, have mercy on me. Guide me through the seasons."

Please remember that God, through prayer, is the answer to all your problems. He is always with you. Just call upon Him. Praise God!

PRAISE GOD FOR MY LITTLE SISTER

When I was about ten years old, my sister and I had gotten into some trouble with our father, and in his anger he told us to leave the house and walk over to our brother's home.
We started walking just before dusk. By the time we were a little over half a mile from his home, an eerie (black) darkness suddenly engulfed the street we were on. There was no traffic on the particular block. The houses were dark and looked vacant. The street lights were not on, and there was a chilling quiet that seem to cover everything.
My sister and I, at that age, had always been taught by our mother to hold hands, when we were not certain of what was happening around us. Just as we did so and had quickened our pace, we heard a loud noise coming from across the street just in front of us. The noise sounded like someone had just kicked something, so we paused thinking it was a dog. Suddenly a man stepped out of the dark shadows, between two houses.
He was rather tall with a hat and overcoat, limping very badly with a cane. Immediately, he called to us for help in climbing the steps to his front porch because he was crippled. I felt apprehensive as I couldn't see his face, and his house was totally dark. But, 'he needed help', I told myself. So, I told my sister to wait there, while I went and helped the man. I let go of her hand and took two steps toward him, when she grabbed my hand and pulled me back, shouting: "He's a stranger! Let's run!" I grabbed her hand and told her never to let go of me, and we started running. The 'crippled' man dropped his cane and started chasing after us. It was so dark that we could barely see the sidewalk as we ran for our lives. We didn't scream as we ran. (I guess because the houses looked deserted. But thinking back on it, we should have screamed our heads off.) My sister and I could run like track stars. Although he couldn't catch us, I knew we'd get tired before he would.
We had already run a full block that was void of life, when suddenly out of nowhere a beautiful white light appeared in the midst of all that darkness just ahead of us, and we ran straight for it. As it caressed us, we felt so safe inside of it that we stopped running and looked back to see, where the 'crippled' man was. God's Holy White Light was like a curtain that hung between good and evil, and on the otherside of this curtain of miraculous light, I watched as the 'crippled' man paced back and forth in his darkness like a caged, wild animal. This evil man could not come into God's Holy White Light, where my sister and I were standing. The Light was there for our protection. As it held him at bay, we continued running to our brother's house two blocks away. Never once glancing behind us because we knew that night we were being protected by God and His Holy White Light. Praise God!

On that night so many years ago, I forgot the first rules of safety my mother had always taught us: "Don't talk to strangers! Don't go with strangers!" I always praise God for His help that night and for my little sister. She was the one who remembered 'Mama's Rules'.


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TEARDROP FROM A STATUE (1994)

One day I was sitting, holding my statue of Mary (mother of Jesus) and praying to her as I held her to my forehead (something I usually do in prayer). Although I had my eyes closed, I felt something wet, touch and then run down my right cheek. I immediately felt my cheek, but there was nothing there. I knew, however, in spirit, that a tear had fallen from the eye of the statue of my Holy mother. For a few minutes afterwards, I could still feel the impression left by the teardrop running down my cheek.

Please, always pray for someone you don't know. And,tell no one who that person is. May God Bless you.

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A HEAVENLY TOLLING OF CHURCH BELLS (1995)

I was lying down on the couch upstairs after putting my grandaughter in bed for a nap, when suddenly I heard church bells tolling. It was such a heavenly chime but it was very,very loud. As I placed my hands over my ears, it occurred to me that the bells probably woke my grandaughter. So I rushed into her bedroom, only to find her sound asleep like I had left her an hour before. With the church bells still tolling in my ears , I rushed over to the window to see if there was some kind of emergency at the Catholic church two blocks away. As I opened the window I was immediately engulfed by total silence, it was as if everything that made noise, traffic, people, birds were nonexistent, everything including the air we breathe was suddenly still. It was a glorious moment! Slowly, I turned from the window to go downstairs to ask my husband what was going on, when I noticed I could no longer hear the church bells. Everything was back to normal.

Once, I was downstairs I asked my husband, who was watching television, what he thought about the church bells tolling so loudly and the deafening silence that followed. His reply stunned me: "What church bells? I didn't hear anything? Honey, what are you talking about?" After explaining what had happened upstairs, my husband agreed with me that I should pray and ask God for guidance, because the heavenly tolling of the church bells was only for me to hear.

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WHITE CROSS OF LIGHT (1979)

It was a time of great loss to me personally, my father had died. On the day of his funeral, I was sitting in the front pew of this small chapel, just about eight to ten feet away from my father's casket. When I was moved spiritually to take a religious "Padre Pio" medal that I always carried out of my purse and place it in the breast pocket of the suit coat my father was wearing. As I approached the casket, once again I was moved spiritually, this time to look up. High up on a draped wall overlooking my father's casket was a large white cross, a cross I hadn't noticed while seated. After placing the "Padre Pio" medal in my father's pocket, no sooner had I returned to my seat that into the chapel walked pure evil.

Two women (mother and daughter), of whom I had been aware for some years, but had always kept my distance from them. They were the kind of people who were overly friendly on the outside, but cold as death on the inside. As I watched them approach my father's casket, they stopped at the end of it, not making any attempt to go any further. Just standing there staring at my father then quickly looking around the chapel. I was starting to get very nervous. When suddenly the older woman took a couple of quick steps toward the head of the casket and the younger woman followed . Both unknowingly, stepped in front of the white cross hanging high on the wall overlooking my father's casket. What happened next was truly an act of God! The cross, which was white in color, was now filled with the Holy White Light of the Lord, and the Light of the Lord engulfed the two women shedding them of their everyday disguise revealing their horrific true identity. They had very bumpy skin, pale in color, with a long, well-pronounced hooked nose, stringy black hair with long black capes covering their bodies. (I know what you're thinking , but this is truly what God revealed to me.) The two women were totally unaware that the Lord had released his Holy White Light upon them for all his children in the chapel to see.

The presence of evil is always in our midst--most often in everyday disguises. As far as I know there were a handful of people, besides myself, who saw God's miracle at my father's funeral that day. If there were others, then they've kept it to themselves.


Please, always pray for someone you don't know. And, tell no one who that person is. May God Bless you.

A HEARTBEAT (2007)

While searching the web, I was moved, spiritually, to a web site whose heading was a passage from scripture. I had been praying for guidance concerning my religious visions, dreams and experiences , and had been arguing with myself over whether or not I should put my religious testi-mony on the Internet. The Bible passage, shown to me, was Habakkuk 2:2, which reads: "And the Lord answered me, and said, write the vision, and make it plain upon tables, that he may run that readth it."

As I pondered the importance of the Message, my right hand which I had use to trace the Lord's words, rested on the page of scripture. Suddenly, I felt movement beneath my hand, a most powerful rhythmic movement. It was as if my hand had come to rest upon a living heart, and I could lit-erally feel the great power within each beat of that heart. And, I knew, in spirit, it was the heart of the Lord.
Believe, for God will answer all of your questions. In God's time!
PRAISE GOD!