The first time I remember seeing someone, I was only a little girl about 3 years old. My mother had just rocked my younger brother to sleep and I was sitting on the floor at her feet. All of my older siblings had gone to school and the house was quiet. My mother may have been dozing because when she broke her silence and asked who I was talking to, I wondered why she’d asked before answering her question. Too young to understand, I assumed she had seen the lady playing with me on the floor.
Throughout my childhood, I always felt different from my other siblings. It wasn’t something I could pinpoint or even something that stood out, but I just felt it. Doing my chores was always difficult because I would tire very easily. This also meant that running around and playing wasn’t something I could do with ease. As a result, I was labeled as lazy. It had a lasting impression on me but, it wasn’t the most difficult thing to have to bear. I stayed quiet and devoured everything I could read, even the newspaper that covered the walls of our house.
When I graduated college, the plan was to continue to medical school so that I could become a doctor. Unfortunately, I became very ill before I could turn my dream into a reality. Eventually, I ended up in the hospital, then transferred to another, and then another. After approximately 6 months, 50 tests, 8 surgeries and no diagnosis, I decided I was ready to leave this earth.
One sunny afternoon as I lay in my hospital bed facing the door, my mother and sister sat engaged in conversation near the window of my room. Apparently, I had been asleep earlier from the effects of medication given to reduce my ever-present fever. An old lady strode right into my room and over to my bed. She smiled at me and asked if she could pray and anoint my head. She had the kindest face and carried a very worn and tattered bible. We talked for what seemed like over an hour before she told me she had to leave but everything would be alright. She said just believe the Word of God will never leave me and I would not die in that bed. A little while after she’d left, I stirred in my bed and my mother came over to see how I was feeling. She was very concerned but excited to see that I had awaken. When I tried to explain that I had not been sleeping but speaking to someone, she assumed I was delusional from the fever. Both she and my sister insisted that no one had come into the room for hours. Upset by her disbelief, my vital signs signaled the attention of nurses who came into my room to check my leads and stats. They assured me that they’d been at the desk outside monitoring my telemetry the entire time. They said that no one had been in my room and immediately gave me a shot to calm me because my fever had spiked again. About two hours later, I was awakened by wet gown and bed sheets where I had sweated profusely after my fever broke. When the nurses came to change my bed, they found a bible under my blanket where the old lady had left it! Everyone stared at each other in disbelief! They all knew I was confined to my bed and could not have gotten up. There was no way the bible could have gotten there except I was telling the truth.
I stayed in the hospital for about another month before I checked myself out. They never diagnosed me.
If you have read this far, then you must also believe that angels exist. They reveal themselves at our most vulnerable times but are always ready when we reach out to them. God sent them to help us navigate the evil that surrounds us here on earth. He said, “Be not afraid, for I am with you.” I can attest that all we have to do is cry out to Him and He hears us. The Creator of all there is cares about a little creature on a little planet in a little solar system, in a little galaxy lost in the vastness of the universe! There is nothing too hard for Him.
Trust Him with your heart. He will never let you down.
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