February 1, 1993 – The Night Before My Mother Died
The night before my mother died was to be a moment in time I will never forget. She had been hospitalized for a diabetic coma, then pneumonia, and was discharged to come live in my daylight basement home. I had prepared a hospital bed and other necessities for her comfort in the downstairs area and she seemed comfortable for those first few days.
But on the 7th day, she didn’t seem to be feeling very well and I wanted to take her to the doctor, but she refused. I called my younger brother thinking she would definitely listen to him and voluntarily go. But she refused him also. He even tried to lift her out of her bed but she resisted. With tears in her eyes, she begged us not to take her to the hospital. After many attempts to convince her to go, we finally gave up.
That night, after giving her all her medications and making her comfortable for a restful night’s sleep, I exhaustedly sank into my own bed and quickly fell asleep. I had purchased monitors to keep near her bed downstairs and in my bedroom upstairs – just in case. I don’t know how long I was asleep or what time it was, but – AT SOME POINT I was suddenly awakened to the sound of my mother gasping for breath on the monitor! I’ll never forget it! I can still hear her rapid, labored, loud breaths…gasping for air. I sat up in bed with a jolt – ready to run downstairs. BUT – that was not God’s plan.
At that very same moment as I sat up jolted awake and ready to run to her – suddenly there was a presence in the room (an angel), and I felt a gentle hand, lovingly pushing me back down, and at the same time softly, gently whispering… “it’s all right, everything is fine, go back to sleep,” as I was slowly being made to lie back down. It was as if I had no power of my own, aware of what was happening, but absolutely no power to do anything about it. I was gently forced back down and back asleep – and I slept straight through until morning! My mother was to die the next day. It was her time. It was the time God had chosen and He had sent an angel to tell me so.
I believe the only reason I was made aware of the angelic presence, then put back to sleep, was so that I would share this story with you dear reader. I believe God has a perfect plan already in place for all of us. It was my mother’s appointed time to go home to heaven. An angel wanted me to know it was just as it should be, it was what she wanted, and that I was to share it one day. I am doing just that.
February 2, 1993 – The Day My Mother Died
MY MIRACLE HEALING FROM BULIMIA
My mother died while lying alone in a hospital bed downstairs in my home. She died quietly and with no one nearby. She died while I was busy upstairs preparing a sandwich that I intended to eat and throw up. I was bulimic and had been – for 13 years, and she had recently found out about it.
She was still not well after being discharged from a 2-week hospital stay for diabetes and pneumonia. I made a comfortable area for her downstairs in my daylight basement home, and began giving her the daily prescribed meds and caring for her. This particular day, I had taken a tray down to her for lunch, and I noticed she looked much better and told her so. She said, “I know, feel much better too!” She sat up in bed, had color in her cheeks, and her voice was no longer raspy. Little did I know this was her last burst of energy.
After getting her settled in with her lunch and making sure she was comfortable, I came upstairs and sent my 7-year-old daughter out with an umbrella to play in the rain in the backyard which she liked to do. I needed this little break of time so I could quickly prepare something to eat, gorge it down, then throw it all up before she came back in. This was an everyday occurrence – often several times a day.
However, something would be different this time. While I was slathering mayonnaise on my soon-to-be purged sandwich, all of a sudden, it was as if someone was standing right next to me and I heard, “use this to stop,” softly whispered in my right ear. I quickly brushed it off as just my imagination and continued with my plan to eat and purge.
Later, after getting rid of my lunch, washing up, and bringing my daughter back inside, I went downstairs to retrieve my mother’s lunch tray. As I walked into the room, she was no longer sitting up, but lying prone and still holding the handrails. She was not moving and I knew. She was gone. She had just died while I was upstairs making a sandwich that I would eat and purge. I did not hear a sound from downstairs, not even her whispered voice. I did, however, hear a whispered voice upstairs.
Was it her voice that softly whispered in my ear as she left her physical body? Was that why the angel had not allowed me to take her to the hospital the night before and pushed me back to sleep (see above). Was it to show me that this was to be my mother’s time to go home to heaven. Was this something she planned, or God? I do not know the answer to that question.
But I DO know this. I was completely cured of 13 years of bulimia that very day – and I have stayed completely healed from its life-threatening grip. I believe it was a supernatural miracle. I believe it was divinely planned to happen on the day my mother went home to heaven. I believe she died to save me. And she did just that.
NOTE: Sixteen years later, I would be healed from another disease on this very same day in 2009 (see The Beginning/My Healing.) Was my mother involved somehow? I believe she was.
It was all part of God’s plan for her life – and mine.