Post by WilsonFreak on Feb 5, 2005 12:16:14 GMT -5
Hello All!
I am acting on Texasgal's suggestion about starting a thread about the Unexplained.
During the time in my life while my Mom was dying, I became closer to God and somehow changed. I became (although I CONSTANTLY have to work on it) a different, better person. More forgiving, more openminded and more emotionally relaxed and giving. I was helped by a stranger to find my way closer to God - to know that His Arms are wrapped around me, wrapped around all of us, like protecting Angel wings
I love the beach, and at the time when my Mom was sick, and before, I went to the beach every time I could. Several times a week. It's only a few miles away. And somehow, I started talking to this other woman who was always there also. And she found out that Mom was sick, and she started sharing with me how she had had some disease that was going to make it so she might not be able to walk within a few years. And she told me that she was advised that swimming was good to strenthen muscles in a gentle way. So she starting working out at a local pool. And one day, after she had been swimming for quite a long time, like months or whatever, she had this strange, strange feeling in the pool ( this is almost 10 years ago I'm remembering from, so I only remember general) and it was scary, but she felt as if something was filling her soul, and her body just felt like it was changing, and she KNEW that a huge change had come about, she KNEW that when she was her doctor, her disease would be gone. And It Was. It was years after this that she was talking to me, and she still had none of that disease left.
Well, you can imagine how I was affected by this news. This was the first person I had ever talked to who had been Healed. That was the start of it all for me. This woman talked to me a few times on the beach after that, said a prayer for me, and then we never saw each other again. God put her into my life to help me, he worked his Miracle through this stranger, and when His work with her was done, I never talked to her again. I did see her far away down the beach a couple times, but it just wasn't right anymore, she was a stranger again. I knew she saw me, and she knew I saw her, but, it was like, there was nothing there anymore, she wasn't needed anymore, the work was done. I feel she really must not have been that nice of a person, I mean, if she was, she would have kept on being a friend, coming over to talk, and I didn't feel right approaching her because I didn't want to impose, but she was the instrument that God used to help me. So amazing.
This sounds embarrassing - I mean, I'm a hot head and I constantly fight not to flap my tongue when I encounter someone being bitchy or rude or generally not nice. But I DO work on it, and in general I love helping people and giving others joy. I like to make others happy.
Anyway, while my Mom was dying, I was searching frantically for comfort and began praying more than I usually did - you know, it had been the usual - at bedtime or in times of trouble. I was lucky enough to meet so many wonderful, loving people, to join a praise group of my friends and meet other friends through that. Oh, man, this is kind of embarrassing, and don't read it unless you are interested, but I want to share. When my friend first asked my Mom if the praise group could stop by to visit her (like a bible study with some singing, is what a praise group is) I was planning to go out and return when it was done. But Mom asked why wouldn't I just stay, it might be nice. So I did. And when my friends and the new friends that I didn't know yet, starting praying a simple little prayer for my Mom, the tears started rolling down my cheeks so hard, I couldn't control them in any way, because here was the comfort I needed. Love from friends, Love from my family and especially Love from God. It helped unbelievably to meet with these people and just affirm that God loves us, that He is there, all we have to do is Believe.
Some of my friends, lots actually, find believing a bit hard, they want proof. The best answer I can come up with is, what does it hurt to believe? If it makes you feel good to feel that you are not alone, that someone is there always loving you and taking care of you, what could it hurt? People want proof..........well, I can't prove that the wind is there, gently touching my face and calming my spirit - warm, balmy, sweet-smelling - but I know it's there because I FEEL it.
My Mom and myself had never particularly believed in Healings. You know, someone sick is suddenly better. But, believe me, when my Mom got cancer, I just started allowing myself to believe. I still do. I know that if it was in Fate, in God's Will, that my Mom would have been Healed. And my Mom believed too - we had a little journey and we both believed. And even though it never happened, she didn't become Healed from her cancer, I believed right up to the last minutes that it was possible. Really believed. And I still do. Also, my Mom, even though she knew she could be healed, believed in God's power to Heal, she was totally at peace with what was happening,. Oh, man, she was so strong. I love and admire her so much, I have tears in my eyes just writing this. I think there is something so beautiful in the fact that we still believed, even though we never got the particular miracle I had in mind. We did receive many others.
One thing my Mom always told her kids was that God doesn't TAKE people, he doesn't say, it's time for you to die. But he Does Accept us into His Heaven when we go, if we just love Him and believe that Jesus died for us.
On the very first night that I was at home, after finding out that my Mom had cancer and being told that she might only have a month to live, I prayed. I prayed that somehow Mom could have a year to live, not just a month, And you know what? She did live a year. Well, almost. 11 months. And I realize that God told my soul what to pray that night, and my prayer was answered. It's still very amazing to me. I consider that a miracle.
I consider that me being able to go on living and to be happy is a miracle. My Mom and I were SO close. It will be 10 years this October since Mom died. It has been HARD - it still is. But I have received so many miracles and so many blessings. I hope this will help some of you!!
I am acting on Texasgal's suggestion about starting a thread about the Unexplained.
During the time in my life while my Mom was dying, I became closer to God and somehow changed. I became (although I CONSTANTLY have to work on it) a different, better person. More forgiving, more openminded and more emotionally relaxed and giving. I was helped by a stranger to find my way closer to God - to know that His Arms are wrapped around me, wrapped around all of us, like protecting Angel wings
I love the beach, and at the time when my Mom was sick, and before, I went to the beach every time I could. Several times a week. It's only a few miles away. And somehow, I started talking to this other woman who was always there also. And she found out that Mom was sick, and she started sharing with me how she had had some disease that was going to make it so she might not be able to walk within a few years. And she told me that she was advised that swimming was good to strenthen muscles in a gentle way. So she starting working out at a local pool. And one day, after she had been swimming for quite a long time, like months or whatever, she had this strange, strange feeling in the pool ( this is almost 10 years ago I'm remembering from, so I only remember general) and it was scary, but she felt as if something was filling her soul, and her body just felt like it was changing, and she KNEW that a huge change had come about, she KNEW that when she was her doctor, her disease would be gone. And It Was. It was years after this that she was talking to me, and she still had none of that disease left.
Well, you can imagine how I was affected by this news. This was the first person I had ever talked to who had been Healed. That was the start of it all for me. This woman talked to me a few times on the beach after that, said a prayer for me, and then we never saw each other again. God put her into my life to help me, he worked his Miracle through this stranger, and when His work with her was done, I never talked to her again. I did see her far away down the beach a couple times, but it just wasn't right anymore, she was a stranger again. I knew she saw me, and she knew I saw her, but, it was like, there was nothing there anymore, she wasn't needed anymore, the work was done. I feel she really must not have been that nice of a person, I mean, if she was, she would have kept on being a friend, coming over to talk, and I didn't feel right approaching her because I didn't want to impose, but she was the instrument that God used to help me. So amazing.
This sounds embarrassing - I mean, I'm a hot head and I constantly fight not to flap my tongue when I encounter someone being bitchy or rude or generally not nice. But I DO work on it, and in general I love helping people and giving others joy. I like to make others happy.
Anyway, while my Mom was dying, I was searching frantically for comfort and began praying more than I usually did - you know, it had been the usual - at bedtime or in times of trouble. I was lucky enough to meet so many wonderful, loving people, to join a praise group of my friends and meet other friends through that. Oh, man, this is kind of embarrassing, and don't read it unless you are interested, but I want to share. When my friend first asked my Mom if the praise group could stop by to visit her (like a bible study with some singing, is what a praise group is) I was planning to go out and return when it was done. But Mom asked why wouldn't I just stay, it might be nice. So I did. And when my friends and the new friends that I didn't know yet, starting praying a simple little prayer for my Mom, the tears started rolling down my cheeks so hard, I couldn't control them in any way, because here was the comfort I needed. Love from friends, Love from my family and especially Love from God. It helped unbelievably to meet with these people and just affirm that God loves us, that He is there, all we have to do is Believe.
Some of my friends, lots actually, find believing a bit hard, they want proof. The best answer I can come up with is, what does it hurt to believe? If it makes you feel good to feel that you are not alone, that someone is there always loving you and taking care of you, what could it hurt? People want proof..........well, I can't prove that the wind is there, gently touching my face and calming my spirit - warm, balmy, sweet-smelling - but I know it's there because I FEEL it.
My Mom and myself had never particularly believed in Healings. You know, someone sick is suddenly better. But, believe me, when my Mom got cancer, I just started allowing myself to believe. I still do. I know that if it was in Fate, in God's Will, that my Mom would have been Healed. And my Mom believed too - we had a little journey and we both believed. And even though it never happened, she didn't become Healed from her cancer, I believed right up to the last minutes that it was possible. Really believed. And I still do. Also, my Mom, even though she knew she could be healed, believed in God's power to Heal, she was totally at peace with what was happening,. Oh, man, she was so strong. I love and admire her so much, I have tears in my eyes just writing this. I think there is something so beautiful in the fact that we still believed, even though we never got the particular miracle I had in mind. We did receive many others.
One thing my Mom always told her kids was that God doesn't TAKE people, he doesn't say, it's time for you to die. But he Does Accept us into His Heaven when we go, if we just love Him and believe that Jesus died for us.
On the very first night that I was at home, after finding out that my Mom had cancer and being told that she might only have a month to live, I prayed. I prayed that somehow Mom could have a year to live, not just a month, And you know what? She did live a year. Well, almost. 11 months. And I realize that God told my soul what to pray that night, and my prayer was answered. It's still very amazing to me. I consider that a miracle.
I consider that me being able to go on living and to be happy is a miracle. My Mom and I were SO close. It will be 10 years this October since Mom died. It has been HARD - it still is. But I have received so many miracles and so many blessings. I hope this will help some of you!!