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I remember being saved when I was 12 years old. I was baptized into a baptist church. My new found christianity was never nurtured or encouraged so natually I strayed. I was a "typical" teenager: I defied my mother, I did drugs, I had sex and partied every chance I had. I married at 17, divorced at 18. I never went to college but somehow always managed to have a good job. When I was 20 I met the love of my life and married him when I was 21. He was not a christian so I didn't have a godly man to lead me back to God. We had a good life - materially speaking we were wealtlhy, but our relationship grew farther and farther apart as time went by. Two months before our 15th wedding anniversary, he asked for a divorce. I begged and pleaded with him but he was persistant. The pain this caused me was more than emotional. It was mental, and physical. I wanted to die. Just thinking about it to this day I will cry.
I soon began to drink heavily. I was a full blown drunk before the first year was up. Miraculously I always maintained a job even though I worried about my finances. I had very little material things - a far cry from my life before.
One night I had a dream that I was atop a very tall, rickety ladder. I was naked and hungry. I could see significant men in my life, down far below on the ground. Each one told me that they couldn't help me down. Suddenly a bunch of faceless angels came to my side - I knew they were women, even though I couldn't see their faces. The angels gave me clothing and food. They repaired the rungs on the ladder so I could make a slow journey down. . . I finally made it back to my feet.
Now the reason I tell you about this dream is because about a year afterwards, I was working in a real estate office making very little money. My house was unfurnished and I struggled to make ends meet. The group of women that I worked with banned together and collected everything I needed! They furnished my house, even providing linens, pots and pans, and knick-knacks. One of the ladies gifted me with $200.00 so I could buy food. I realized that day that my dream had come true! These ladies were the faceless angels in my dream! I had seen the hand of God! I had landed on my feet!
Then I got very very sick. So sick I was told that I wouldn't make it. . . . My aorta had ulcerated, I had blood clots in both legs - one of which was about 4 feet long. The vascular surgeons told me that if they didn't amputate my leg, I would surely die. I was dilerious from pain and I was drugged on narcotics . . . I couldn't think or speak for myself. Then while I was still in intensive care, I had a dream. I didn't think it was a dream at the time because it was so real . . . in fact I am hard pressed even now to believe is was "only" a dream because one night a man I'd never seen before came to my bed and asked me if he could pray for me. I don't remember answering, but the man took my hand and bowed his head in prayer. After what seemed an eternity, the man got up and left my room. The next morning I was still confused about whether or not I'd had that dream and I asked the night nurse who the man was that came to my room. She said that NO ONE had been in my room, that only family was allowed in and it was way past visiting hours. . . Well, the only thing I know for sure is that the surgeons were able to save most of one leg and all of the other one. I was out of intensive care in 3 weeks and out of rehab in another two. I will always believe that the "stranger" was an angel.
So I found Jesus in Intensive Care. He's my Rock, my Salvation, my Friend and Brother. I can't imagine life without Him. I believe with all my heart that God speaks to me . . He whispers in my ear at night when I'm sleeping!
Blessings -
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