June 16, 2009

Yes, I have seen God. When I was just 3 years old he came to me as I was playing out in the side yard under a large oak tree. He told me in comparison who I was, who he was to me, and to entire existence. That was more than 50 years ago. Today he is still the same to me. During my life walk his son joined me on many occasions giving me scenes from my future of which have come to pass. Once when I was a young mother of three in my twenties I came down with blood poisoning and needed to be hospitalized as I was near death. My troubled abusive spouse at the time would not let me be hospitalized. Instead he took me home. The doctor put a paper in my cape pocket and told me to call my mother. When I got home I asked my spouse to give my mother a call. She came over and all I can remember was telling her to look in the pocket of my cape on the bed post and her saying, “Oh My God!” More than a week later I awoke from what seemed to be just a night and dream. I was surprised to see my mother on the couch with my 6 month old daughter. She was more surprised to see me up and speaking as I had been out for more than a week, in which she had stayed by my side nursing me to health and carrying out my duties to my home and children. She even carried me to the hospital each day for intravenous and antibiotics. I told her I wanted a shower. When I was finished she got me a cup of coffee. As we sat on the couch I told her of what I dreamed. I dreamed I was walking with Jesus on a dirt road with a dense but welcoming forest on all sides. We talked and walked and walked and talked. There was such peace with him holding my small hand. He was dressed in a flowing white robe. His feet were bare and eyes blue. When I looked into his eyes I could see forever and ever no end. When we reached the end of the road there was a barrier with a luminous light (brighter than anything imaginable) flowing through it in small beams. Like the sun shines through the early morning forest. But this light was so much more. I wanted to go with Jesus to the other side with the light. He told me as he took a step up into the other side that I could not go. He told me I had to go back my time was not yet. I did not know where I had come from or what I was going back to, only that I had to go back, which made me sad. During my walk with Jesus there was such peace beyond all knowledge and understanding. When my mother told me of her long journey of caring for me I was moved to tears as she exclaimed, “I wouldn’t let you die!” I fell deathly ill on January 1, 1980.

My life journey since has only drawn me closer to my God and existence. He answers prayers before I can ask them, when they are still just a thought. His wisdom surpasses all understanding. No one can tell me that there is no God for I have seen him and he is with me all ways.

If you don’t see God or hear him trying seeking and listening. He is there, He knows all, HE forgives ALL.

Corpus Christi