Life changes when
a child dies. Only
The Lord can see
you through the
darkest hours.
May 23, 2008
Don’t Look At the Storm Around You
Countless of times during the day lately, I have prayed to the Lord to lend an ear, hear my cries, and please give me back my friendship with a close friend. I have been told by several acquaintances that know my friend, that the friendship is gone forever. There is no hope of getting my dear friend back, it was time to give up and accept that the friendship will never happen again. My heart has been breaking daily lately where there is no comfort, weather the issue here is bitterness or just plain unforgiveness in my heart, I have grieved as if he is dead, and there is no chance I will see him around… The issue was not my fault, but that the friend had gotten hurt by the rumors where he felt that the friendship was not worth saving evening thou twenty years had been how long we had known each other and have gone through a lot in that twenty years. For instance, of something he was with us through my daughter's death where he stood beside my husband and me and fielded questions that the state had about her death.
One acquaintance that worked with our friend wasn't happy that there was closeness between this other person and my family. She had vowed for the last five years that she was going to make sure, that our friendship would end, and that we would not speak to each other never again. She felt that he played favorites and he was given me all his attention and she thought that I was standing between her and him which, was not true. The way things are looking like that could be possibility true.
As I can see, there is no hope for the reconciliation because, that friend has pulled the wool over my friend’s eyes and has fed him lies. Yet when I stop and look I can see that I have taken my eyes off Christ and looking at the storm around me, by doing that my faith is wavering where I am acting like Peter when there was a storm at sea and Christ called Peter to come to him on the water. When Peter took his eyes off Christ, he begin to sink, and in a way I have been the same way by listening to the people around me instead of the voice inside me telling me to hang in there that he will come back around.
It has truly hurt me every time I genuinely think about my friend, I start crying. I have been praying daily for my friend to come back, and that he will open his eyes and see what that the other person has done. What hurts the most is that this other friend had made my friend into someone that he is not. She has taken the tender loving and kindness away from him and made him into someone very different then the very dear friend that Mark and I met twenty years ago in the middle of a crisis.
When there seems to be no hope, there is hope with God. Even so, with this evil friend, God shall repay her for her lies. Psalm 32:10 (KJV)
“Many sorrows shall be to the wicked: but he that trusteth in the Lord, mercy shall compass him about.” I have seen since she split the friendship that she has lost her job. Nevertheless, still my close friend feels like I had hurt him and still hasn't come back around. Even thou it looks bleak, I keep praying because I know in my heart that what is impossible with humankind is promising with God. When my other friends around me tell me to forget him, I have not been able to forget him, by reason of the inter voice that the Lord has put in my heart tells me to keep going and not give up. 1 Cor. 2:5 (KJV)
That your faith should not stand in the wisdom of men, but in the power of God.
Consequently, the next time you feel like it isn't right to give up, don't give up because you don't know what The Lord is going to do in your life.
May 25,2008
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Every Tear Shall Be Wiped Away
By Anne H. Harrell
Revelation 21:4 (KJV) “And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.”
Cyndy’s death had a compound effect on me where I have shed many of tears over her even when she has been brought to memory the tears begin to flow where I would cry a staircase to Heaven. Simple little things will trigger thoughts such as, rain bows, doves, different scents will make me start missing my love ones that have already gone on to be with the Lord. Yet there is a day coming that all those tears I have cried over love ones that are already with Jesus will be wiped away forever when we close our eyes for the last time and wake on Heaven’s shiny shores.
Just think when Jesus comes again, ones of us that know and serve Christ, will not have any more worries, the parting will be over, death would be no more. We will be with Jesus and our love ones for all eternally, “when we have been there ten thousand years we have no less days to sing God’s praises then when we first begun.” Our tears of sorrow we once shed, will be of the past, our tears of joy and laughter and happiness will replace the sadness and fill our days forever with joy. What a day that will be for us when we see finally see Jesus’ radiant face, and the scars from the nails in His hands and feet, from hanging on the cross where He shed His blood for us to take away our sins.
Just remember the sorrow here on this earth is temporarily, time will pass, when we see Jesus, we will not have any recollection, after the second coming of Christ, when we are reunited with our bodies. The old earth will pass away and there will be a new Heaven and earth-- Rev. 22:1-5 (ESV)
“Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, bright as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb through the middle of the street of the city; also, on either side of the river, the tree of life with its twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit each month. The leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations. No longer, will there be anything accursed, but the throne of God and of the Lamb will be in it, and his servants will worship him. They will see his face, and his name will be on their foreheads. And night will be no more. They will need no light of lamp or sun, for the Lord God will be their light, and they will reign forever and ever.”
Dear Lord,
We thank you for the day that is coming when all our tears will be wiped away with your hands, and the memories of sorrow will be wiped from our memory, there will be no parting over there with You, Lord. We will not have to worry about losing love ones to death or having anymore pain as we have here on earth, for the day is coming when this old wicked earth will soon passing away. We love you Lord and thank you again for all You do for us, In Christ Name, Amen
quote from the song Amazing Grace and the ESV Bible
May 26,2008
Grace In The Eye Of The Storm
2 Cor. 12:9 (KJV)
“And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.”
As I glanced out of the window and saw the dark clouds of the pending storm were building up with some extremely sharp lighting and thunder, I knew the severe storm was coming toward us rather quickly. As I was watching the storm coming toward us, my thoughts were drifting elsewhere, thinking about how I was going to handle the upsetting news that Cathy has a brain tumor. The MRI of the brain showed that the mass had been there for some time, but the good thing was the tumor had well-defined edges, meaning the tumor possibly wasn’t cancerous.
While watching the storm, I begun praying to the Lord to please don’t let the mass be cancerous, “this is my baby sister, Lord, and don’t you see I can’t go without my sister.” I had been all caught up in praying and thinking of Cathy without realizing that the electrical storm was over, yet the storm in my mind was not over, it was still coming. I kept questioning God and myself, how was I going to handle the thought that my baby sister might die or if she was to make it what effect will it have on her? Will Cathy be able to go about doing her daily duties or was someone going to have to do everything for her?
Thinking about Cathy, in my mind a category three hurricane was quickly coming toward me, where I could not get away from the pending storm. My emotions were drifting back and fore on rather or not I could flee the vicinity or was I going to stay still and hunker down and ride out the storm. Lord I have been saying my prayers, I have read the Holy Word but, Lord why are You doing this to my sister why God, Why?
All of the sudden, Katie had come busting back in the house yelling for me to come quickly and see the rainbow snapping me back into this world out of my own emotional world where the storm was intense. I went out front and looked in the sky there was the most beautiful rainbow, where in the middle looked like the Lord was holding the rainbow up in the sky with a couple of His fingers. I knew right then that the Lord heard my pleas for my sister where she would make it through the surgery and be able to swing back rather quickly. The Lord had given me the grace to remain strong and trust Him in the mist of storms life sends us. We can pull through a category three hurricanes, (emotional ones) when the Lord puts us in the eye of the storm. He will see that we will pull through the darkest hours by putting us in the eye of the storm where there is some calmness when life is at its worst. Our faith and trust in our Lord grows stronger through each of our sorrows.
June 21,2008
Be Thou My Vision
Over the last few months of working on Cyndy’s Blessed Assurance I have been, praying which direction the Lord wants me to go with the book. Should I write more on a certain topic or less on another or is there anything that should be added to bring glory to the Lord. At times when I have sat down to write I have had to push my self to write since I have some hurt feelings that have been with some of the issues around the book.
When I do not have the peace of mind now I know before I even start writing to pray first and write next. My first move would be asking the Lord to be the author and I am the instrument that the Lord uses to write down what He wants to be known.
“Be Thou my wisdom, and Thou true Word; I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord; Thou my great Father, I Thy true son; Thou in me dwelling and I with Thee one.”
If we stop, pray, and ask the Lord for wisdom in every thing we do we will see that our lives will run a lot smoother then without God. The Lord will give us the guidance to go forward in what ever our endeavors shall be.
Now the next time we question something if it were writing about some subject or maybe a decision in our lives that has to be made. If we stop and ask God, should we go on-------sit still and be quite and listen for the voice of the Holy Sprit before we go marching forward.
September 2,2008
this is one of my articles that was written on one of my others sites I belong to. Dr. White has always been one to have a postive effect on my life:
Who is amazing in your life?
Which doctor made a Difference?
In the twenty-five years, of my marriage there has been countless of number of doctors of different specialties that have needed to follow one or more of my family members. Among those doctors are General practice, Internist, OB/GYNS, Pediatricians, Neurologist, Orthopedics, Cardiologist, Urologist, General Surgeons, and Psychiatrist. Several of these specialists have needed to follow one or more in the family or still are following one or more family members. Every single one of these doctors has their own personality that has made each of them in some way or form very special to us. They have all touched our lives to some degree whether in words, compassion, or the treatment they have given to one or more in our family as a whole.
The one doctor that stands out the most to my family that has gone above and beyond his call of duty for all the care that he has given to Mark’s and my children, is Dr. Larry E. White a pediatric neurologist with the Children’s Hospital of Kings Daughters in Norfolk, Virginia. Dr. White has a very gentle nature about himself. He is very soft-spoken very rarely raises his voice; he is known to be the most merciful doctor, among his patients and their families. He is one that worries about each one of his patients. He is not going to rest until he knows that patient is fine.
I can still recall the very first time I met Dr. White. That very day was August 4, 1988 when Cyndy, Mark’s and my daughter was put in the hospital for a reoccurring seizure disorder. Dr. Garrison, Cyndy’s pediatrician had admitted her to the hospital for having numerous of seizures in a twenty-four hour period. Dr. White had just come back to the area after getting out of the Airforce when he had became part of the Neurology Group at the Children’s Hospital of Kings Daughter’s on August 1, 1988. One of the immeasurable merits that Dr. White is known well for is having the best bedside manners that stood out the most to me during that hospital visit. He is one that would rather put his best foot forwarded and make the best impression on the parent the very first time he meets the parent with not knowing whether he will see the child again or not. Where as a parent, I could tell he was listening to every word that I had said and the concerns I had about Cyndy. He would do his best to answer any question we had concerning our child’s care or in fact, the condition that brought our child to the hospital. Dr. White did his best to remove any fears the mother would have concerning her child.
When Dr. Garrison had sent Cyndy over to Kings Daughter's, he had told me before I left his office that he really thought I would like the neurologist that was on duty that particular week. It wasn't long after Cyndy had been taken to her hospital room that Dr. White had stopped by the room in order to discuss with me about what has been happening to Cyndy that brought her to the hospital. When he came into the room, he introduced himself while he was washing his hands to examine Cyndy. After he checked her over, he pulled a chair up where he and I were at an eye level with each other discussing Cyndy's condition. Being a mother to six children and five the six being mildly to profoundly handicap, a doctor that has those qualities are rare to find now of days. He wasn't quick to get up and leave. He didn't mind spending as much time as necessary whether it was thirty minutes or forty-five minutes making sure, he knew what we saw that caused Cyndy to have to be treated as inpatient and what our expectations of that hospitalization from him and Cyndy’s treatment.
Before Dr. White would leave the room, he explained to us, Cyndy's parents what his course of action was going to be over the next three days that he would be keeping her in the hospital. He was one that made sure before he left that we could repeat back to him what we heard him say he was going to be doing to correct or get the seizures back under control. He would come into the room asking if there is any questions we have of him and then he would ask again before he left the room. I have known him to be almost out of the room after asking and would come back in and ask again if we are sure, he has answered everything for us.
Over the twenty years, my family has known Dr. White, I have had to call him when it came to some dire emergencies; I knew he was going to be very understanding and reassuring, not quick to get off the phone, until he knows the child, and I was going to be ok. He was quick to educate us parents when it came to having to bring the child out of a seizure. The one time that sticks in my mind was when Cyndy had been in a seizure for at least ten minutes. He had given us some valium to use on her rectally. He was worried that given her the valium rectally wasn't going to work that particular time. Since the valium came as injection form, he wanted me to give her an injection. My first response was no way was I going to give an injection. Nevertheless, he managed to give me a quick crash course with encouragement and the injection was given without further ado.
Dr. White always made sure we knew exactly what his plan of action was going to be before he would have admitted Cyndy to the hospital. A long with what test he was going to do before he would even think about sending her home along with what medicines he was going to try along with explaining what side effects those meds will cause. He is one that knows his medicines well and reads up on them before even putting a child on a med. I have had him when he was going to change a med to either call me in the evening or e-mail me and explain how the medication will work and tell me where I can also get information before actually starting the med. He is not one that is arrogant, as I have seen a number of other doctors be. He loves his patients as if each one of them were his very own child. He is one that shows emotions, whether he is pleased, or something with the child had provoked feelings of sadness in his heart.
One time that his personality really tugged at my heart was the day before Thanksgiving of 1996. Cyndy had been showing signs that her seizures were getting worst and no matter what he tried, seemed not to work anymore. Dr. White grew rather quite when I realized he wanted to tell me the grim news, but he wasn't sure how he was going to tell me. When I notice that he was struggling to tell me what was worrying him, I point blankly asked him if Cyndy was getting worst. He turned his head away from me for a minute or so when he turned back around his face was red, and he had tears coming down his cheeks. I knew just by the way he looked at me that Cyndy would be leaving us rather soon. Dr. White worried about telling me such grim news, but he knew he was going to have to tell me sooner than later.
When Cyndy did pass away on January 1, 1997, Dr. White was very hurt over Cyndy's death. One of the things he did when Cyndy died was he and two other doctors severed as her pallbearers along with one other doctor attended her funeral. He also has been one that has tried to help me get over the struggle of the last eleven years and deal with Cyndy's death. He has also been writing a book with me on Cyndy's life and death and the blessing she had bestowed on ones around her.
Another one of his qualities that has impressed Mark and me were if he didn't know the answer to a question we asked him, he didn't try to make up an answer. He would tell us he didn't know the answer to the question, but he was going to find out, and if he didn't get the answer right then he would call us later that day with a response.
Dr. White followed all our children, over the twenty years; he had watched me carry my last three children. When it came to my oldest boys having to be taken out of the home because they were violent, he sat down with Mark and myself, and gave us the pros and cons of removing them from the home. If he had returned a call from me when the boys would get out of hand, he was not quick to get off the phone. He would hang on for the next forty-five minutes with me to make sure that I wasn't going to get hurt by either of the boys and that all was well around the house before he hung up.
Written By: Anne H. Harrell
September 6, 2008
October 12, 2008
Open Letter To God:
written by Anne H. Harrell
Dear Heavenly Father,
There has been so much that has happened lately with in my life. At times, I am so stressed out over all the changes that have taken place where I don’t feel that You are near me or can I hear you, which makes me feel so all alone. Even so, Heavenly Father I do know that You have not forsaken me. Those times I feel so far a way, You are right here and waiting for me to ask You to take my hand to lead me off the path of destruction. I have seen the changes that You have brought about to strengthen me along the way.
Father, it seems lately that things I have poured out my heart in prayer to You have felt like they have gone unanswered. Yet, when I cried out to You, You have dropped messages of Your unconditional love for me to show me that You aren't far a way. You are right here. Father, I have pleaded with You to bring back a friend that is so very dear to me. Abba Father, everyone around me has said to forget him and run from him because he is not worth worrying about. Father I have sensed at times You were telling me not to let go of him and keep holding him up in prayer. Oh Dear Heavenly Father, at times, I have sensed You have told me to wait patiently but Faaattthhher wwwaaaiting…has been very hard for me to do… But…Daddy, I have been told that what I am asking of You is impossible… But I know that with You ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE. Matthew 19:26 (ESV) “But Jesus looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible."
Yesterday my Dear Lord, I saw where my prayers were being answered. The understanding of You telling me to wait became clear. The tears that were shed at three in the morning over the last few months have not fallen on death ears. Father You have heard my cries and have answered them in a favorable way. My genuine prayers where I have been pleading with You to please hear and touch his heart in a way that he has never known¾You took in consideration my deepest prayers to melt his heart. Father You saw his need to come to You and lean on You to pull him back into Your loving arms. Father, I pleaded with You through all the heartache please don't affect his medical license. Father you heard my cries about his practice and left that in tact. Thank you Father!
Oh Father, the call yesterday brightened my spirits. Lord, I was beginning to lose faith and believe my friends that he wasn’t worth my time and prayers. But Father You haven’t ever given up on me when I have walked away from You. You have let me go but so far out of bounds before You reached Your hand down and brought me back into the center. My heart has begun to be filled with Joy knowing that You had worked in his heart all during those weeks of my praying. Father, not knowing what was happening with him was very heart breaking that I felt like he was in a self-destructive mode where his license was in danger. Loving Father, at times when I would hear from him, I felt like I couldn't trust him. He was coming in and out of my life causing the tender wound not to heal from the inside out. Father, he would call and the next thing I knew when I had started to trust him again he would disappear once again. Hearing the chosen song as a reminder to pray for him would cause pain to shoot through me. Father now hearing the song “Blessed Assurance” has brought tears of joy because I know a sinner has come home. He has the assurance that the blood of Christ covers his sins. He knows that Christ did die for him.
Oh Thank You Jesus, when my dear friend found the joy of Christ, he wanted to tell me all about how YOU HEAVENLY FATHER, had been working on his heart and how You had led him back to his First Love. Father he has no clue of my pleas that I had asked you please do. Father I knew You were working on him for him to call me first with his decision to accept You as his personal Savior. Father the tears that were shed and the hurt I went through giving him up and having to take my child elsewhere for medical care. Father that was an answer to prayer I was anxiously waiting to hear. I know now that if something would happen to him, and You would call him home that he would be home with You. Dear Jesus, I know that Cyndy and Dad must have been looking down and saw how he finally answered your call to come unto You and trust You as Lord. Father, the joy that filled my heart is beyond what I could honestly describe here. Oh, what joy of the peace that You have put in my heart! The power of prayer... The joy of life so rich and free... Father when you removed me from his circle You turned his life around to where he will now share his faith with parents of children that are not expected to live... Father may he be a witness to Your tender mercy so rich and true! Father I thank You and praise You.
In Jesus Name,
Your wayward daughter
NOV. 11,2008
The sparkle of Christmas lights
Memories of Christmas season of 1987 come to mind every year as I begin to get ready for Christmas. My severely handicap daughter loved Christmas and the lights on the Christmas trees. It was a week before Christmas when I was getting my Christmas baking done when Cyndy was crawling back and forth from the living room into the kitchen while I was making the cookies wanting one cookie after another. Some time had passed since the last time she had come wanting another cookie and I begin to wonder where Cyndy had gotten. With her being, so quite I thought at first that Cyndy probably had crawled up on the sofa and gone to sleep with the quietness of the apartment with the Christmas music playing softly in the background.
The lights on the tree had been on most of the day with the day being cold and damp. Cyndy loved the lights on the tree. She would go up to the tree, grab a light, and watch it winkle in her hand, then gently setting it back on the tree. Apparently this day Cyndy felt that the lights were being covered by the Christmas balls that she couldn’t see the lights as she had in the past days or either it was that Cyndy wanted the tree to be much brighter.
As I rounded the corner of the kitchen, looking into the living room Cyndy was taking the Christmas balls off the tree. One by one, she would take the ornaments off the tree, turning the ornament all angles, inspecting the engravings on the ornaments then placing them neatly on the sofa then grab another one and start her ritual over again. Once she had gotten all the Christmas decorations off the tree as far up as she could reach , she stood back and looked at the miniature lights twinkling, as she started clapping her hands and cooing loudly. Cyndy thought she had done us a big favor.
It was then that I realized that Cyndy wanted more lights on the tree and wanted to see the tree glow more in the dark. As quickly as I could I finished the baking the cookies, and grabbed up Cyndy and my baby son Richard, heading off to Roses to pick up more lights to place on the tree. As I placed the lights on the tree with four strings of clear lights and four strings of multicolor lights. We had a couple strings of each set to twinkling, and then the other ones remained stationary. When nighttime would come, the tree glowed so much that we could sit and read by the Christmas tree lights.
Every year after that we have added extra lights on the tree because of Cyndy’s love for Christmas and in memory of her. When you stop and think about it as my youngest daughter Katie said after Cyndy died ¾ “Mommy and Daddy I know why there are lights on the Christmas trees.” When Mark and I asked Katie, our six-year-old child at the time why? Katie responded with “One the lights on the tree stand for Jesus.” “Jesus is the Light of the world.” The second reason was “we can put more lights on the tree with angels each year in memory of Cyndy. This January 1 will be twelve years that Cyndy has been with Christ. Christmas will always have a special meaning to my family when we think about the brightness of the lights on the trees and on the hearth decorated with garland with clear flickering lights with stockings hung by the fire. We can rejoice because we know that Cyndy is with Christ, second, we know that with us having Christ n our hearts we will see Cyndy again when our life on earth is over. As Katie said, Christ came to earth so that we will have everlasting life with Christ if we accept Christ died for us and shed His blood for us. This year at Christmas stop and take a look at the lights sparkle and apply it to your heart what have you done to show Christ lives at your house! As Katie says when she was, little when she saw the Christmas lights that Christ lived at all those houses. May you be richly blessed this Christmas!
March 10,2010
By Anne H. Harrell
Visions of Angels
“Anne we are about to put you under general anesthesia.”
“Anne, we will not be putting you on the ventilator this time, since you will be under for a very short time.”
“Breathe in deeply the oxygen as you are drifting off to sleep.” “Take deep and even breaths.” Relax and let us do what needs to be done.” “You are going to be fine.”
As I was dropping off to sleep, I could see that the nurses and doctors were anxious over my oxygen levels. They were moving the oxygen level lead around, yet my oxygen level was steady falling. I was not worried about any problems with the surgery. Yet, I knew when I was laid flat on the table that I was not going to have good oxygen levels. With my size and having asthma, laying me flat was going to be a problem unless oxygen was forced into my lungs.
It was in the recovery room when I woke up; I knew they had put me on the ventilator. My throat was sore from the tube being down my throat. As I started looking around at my surroundings, I saw a nurse and my oldest daughter standing beside me. My daughter was holding my hand. Wow! Cyndy? No, this cannot be happening. Cyndy has been dead for thirteen years; there is no way she can be standing here holding my hand. I know that I am not dead. But what is happening? Was cancer found?
When Cyndy died, she was only eleven years old. Cyndy was profoundly handicapped. She left here as a child. When I saw her, she was not that child that I had buried. Cyndy appeared to be maybe around twenty-four, the very age she would be now if she were still alive. It was no question as if it was Cyndy— I knew it was Cyndy.
Cyndy held my hand for the longest time. It was until I was coming fully alert, when she let go of my hand and walked away. Not a good bye, not one word said, she patted my hand and turned and disappeared around the corner. As I became more alert, I asked the nurse where Cyndy went. She gave me this strangest looks. “Anne, I have been the only one standing here. “ I have not left you since; they brought you through those double doors.” “I have been your only nurse.” There has not been anybody here with me.” “Until you go to the next level no family members can come back here.” “Is your daughter waiting out in the waiting room with your husband?” “I will call them and tell them that you are doing fine.”
As I laid my head back on the pillow and thought about what had just happen. I know I saw Cyndy… but… Cyndy is dead, I kept thinking. How could Cyndy been standing here with me? Why wasn’t she that little girl? She was fully grown… It was not any question about if it was Cyndy or not. A peace came over me. I knew that God had sent an angel to comfort me. My little angel. My guardian angel.
It took me days to realize the blessing God had given me. I became a little depressed at first, missing my daughter. Nevertheless, the fact I saw the way Cyndy looks in Heaven was the most beautiful dream I could have seen. My handicapped daughter was made complete when she died and went to Heaven. I am at peace with Cyndy’s death and now so is Cyndy at peace.
The scripture that God has brought to mind that I have pondered over and over, the last month is 1 Cor. 2:9-14 (KJV) “But as it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him. But God hath revealed them unto us by his Spirit: for the Spirit searcheth all things, yea, the deep things of God. For what man knoweth the things of a man, save the spirit of man which is in him? even so the things of God knoweth no man, but the Spirit of God. Now we have received, not the spirit of the world, but the spirit, which is of God; that we might know the things that are freely given to us of God. Which things also we speak, not in the words which man's wisdom teacheth, but which the Holy Ghost teacheth; comparing spiritual things with spiritual. But the natural man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of God: for they are foolishness unto him: neither can he know them, because they are spiritually discerned. “
Hebrews 13:2 (KJV) “Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.”
God gives us thoughts to ponder through His Word doesn’t He? Wow what a blessing I had witness during my surgery. I will ponder this miracle into eternality.
