This is an event that some of you know that happened in my life…one of the ways God directly answered me, in a really miraculous and wonderful way. It’s not my salvation experience. It actually happened 18 years after I became born again.
First I have to be sure you know a little of the background. I was raised in the Catholic church, and left it back in 1982 after I came to a saving relationship with Christ. That was not because I do not think you can have a saving relationship with Christ and be Catholic. Actually, this event that I’ll describe was evidence of that for me.
But I will tell you that I came to know people along the way who did think that…who said that Catholicism is just too far off of the real Christian teachings in ways…it’s a cult…it’s this or that. While personally, I had come to find God in a closer way away from Catholicism, I didn’t believe that.
My mother was always very strong and strict Catholic throughout her life. She had the most simple, child like faith I think of just about anyone I’ve known. Every night she would get on her knees by her bedside and say her prayers…rosary…novena, etc. She was actually quite upset when I left Catholicism, and it took her a long time to get over that and realize I hadn’t left God, but had in my own life gotten closer to Him.
When I got the call that Mom was near the end of her life and I needed to go home, I hung up the phone and sat on my couch. I suddenly was concerned…what if those people were right…what if Mom wasn’t going to heaven? I remember praying in my thoughts to God, and asking, “Is she alright with you, God?” I heard a very clear answer in my mind telling me “Yes.” It was in fact so clear of a voice that I looked up and asked out loud, “Are you sure?” I had this sense as if God was chuckling at me, as He responded, “Yes, I’m sure.”
So I flew back home to be with my mother. I got there Monday night, and it was Tuesday morning when she died. My brother and I were in the room with her at the time, and her husband Pete. I’d been singing to her, hymns and worship songs, and reading the Bible to her. She was mostly unconscious while I was there, and had COPD (later an autopsy revealed breast cancer that had metastasized to her lung and kidney). She was gasping for air the whole time. She had just turned 78, two days earlier.
When the nurse got up and walked over to her, and said, “She’s gone,” I stood up and my eldest brother Art and I hugged and cried a little. After we let go of our embrace, I had a vision come to my mind. I did not ask for this…I was not ‘prone’ to having visions or seeing things or anything like that. But I saw my mother, looking as she did when she was about 18 in the pictures I had seen of her…she was incredibly beautiful! She was running and laughing with a joy that I could not begin to express to you. She was holding hands with a figure in a white robe and pulling him along as she ran ahead of him. I knew it to be Jesus, though later someone asked me when I related this story after I returned home, “What did Jesus look like?” I realized that I had not seen his face, so I didn’t know. Mom was the focus of this vision.
Anyway, like I said, she was running along, pulling him along, and she turned and looked straight at me and stopped for a moment and waved to me. Then she turned back around and went on.
I cannot explain this to you, except that I believe God allowed me to have this vision to put at rest any concerns I had that Mom was “okay with Him”, and in fact MORE than okay. 🙂
I wish so much that I could find a way to make others believe like I do. But I can’t. I know what I know because of personal things like this that have happened. It’s not just some belief that I have because I was told to believe it. God has shown Himself to be very real in my life…personally, in ways like this and others.
I don’t talk a lot about the specific things that have happened like this, because the truth is that it won’t make a whole lot of difference for people who don’t believe, I don’t think. They’ll just think either that I’m making it up, or that I’m crazy or something. But for me, when I specifically have God answer things, like this…even to a degree that I’m in no way expecting or asking for…it’s just further evidence that He’s real…and not only that, but that He cares enough about His children to even take the time to do something like this for them.
That vision? I’ve never, ever forgotten it. I can still see Mom’s face clearly, still get chills when she turns and looks straight at me and waves the way she did in the vision. It was real to me, and still is.
And in the end…if that, or any of the rest of the little miraculous things that have happened in my life are just evidence that I’m crazy…I like crazy. 🙂 But for the record, if it was things associated with mental illness, its usually not things like this that make one feel the love of God so intensely. It’s more like voices in the head telling you all sorts of weird things or something. And there would be other evidence just besides the fact that I say God spoke to me in these ways that would indicate that I was crazy too.
From time to time, I may relate one of the stories like this from my life. But mostly I just want to seek Him in the here and now in my life. All those things like this one…they were for me. They were not some sort of prophecy or something to build up anyone else…and so its just not necessary for me to share them. I don’t mind doing it. I just would rather you come to know God yourself and have Him show you things in your own life…your own little miracles.
For now, I have dinner on the stove and will need a miracle if it burns while I type this. 🙂
Love and blessings,