Stories of the Power of Spirit
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was thousands of miles away from home, family and friends. I had
just gone through a bone marrow transplant as part of my treatment
for breast cancer and had been in isolation for three weeks. How
I longed to be able to go through my hospital room door so that
I could go out and feel fresh air on my face again. And, I yearned
for real food - or at least a real juice popsicle, since popsicles
were all that I had been able to eat. I had been staring at my
room's now opened door for three days but I had not been able
to door anything. I was completely exhausted - physically, emotionally
and spiritually. Somehow, I knew I would not die but, at this
point, I was prepared to die just to have some relief from the
exhaustion. For the first time in my life, I prayed for myself.
"God, please relieve me of my exhaustion - even if it means
taking me now." I had only been able to have unrestful naps
of 15-20 minutes at a time. After my prayer, I immediately drifted
into a deep sleep - for six satisfying hours. God had answered
feeling weak but rested. I managed to drag myself out of bed and
over to the door. As I passed through the threshold of my open
door, I turned to find a man waiting for me. He said that he had
seen me when I was going in for surgery and how I had looked so
ill. He had heard me speaking Dutch and his wife spoke Dutch.
Would I speak to her and give her some words of encouragement
as I now looked so much better? It would give her hope. I do not
speak Dutch but I allowed him to get a wheel chair and take me
to his wife's room. After I spoke with his wife, he asked if he
could do something for me. I would never have asked except that
I had done a favor for him. So, I asked him if he would take me
down the ten floors to feel the fresh air. On our way down, he
stopped and I bought a real juice popsicle. Oh, how I enjoyed
it while I was sitting downstairs feeling the fresh air on my
face! My wish had come true. God answered more than one prayer
that day. I used the last of my telephone money to buy six real
juice popsicles and I placed them in the mini-fridge in my room.
God had sent me an angel that day to take me beyond the open door.
It was the turning point for me on my road to wellness. I had
begun my healing journey and it had started with that first-ever
prayer for myself.
Mooney of Souris, PEI
I have two experiences I would like to share. My wife, Lisa, passed
into spirit in April of this year. She loved to buy me toys as
presents. One such toy was called a "slammer", which
would utter a phrase if you dropped it or tossed it. After our
basement flooded in November of last year, we put it on a shelf
along with some other items to dry out. It wouldn't work and seemed
to be ruined. After her death, I was surprised that I could not
"feel" her presence because she was so intuitive. One
evening, while in the basement, I heard a noise which sounded
like someone talking. It was the slammer!! It was my wife telling
me that she was still with me. I told my mother, who gently humored
me. One night she went to my basement and the slammer talked to
her! It scared the daylights out of her.
my mother-in-law's birthday, I decided to send her flowers to
her son's home in PEI where she was spending her birthday. I ordered
them online and 'signed' it "Love, Mike". I only told
her son that I had done this. When they were delivered, she said
that they must be for someone else because she did not know anyone
named "Kime". Finally she realized they were from me.
We had a very good laugh over this because Lisa had been dyslexic
and used to sign her name "Asil", and she was getting
even for all the times she was teased for it.
Keefe, Halifax, NS.
night, my friend asked me if I would like to spend the night up
at her house. I would always go up to see her to listen to music,
do each others hair or talk about boys. But this night was really
special. Around 9:30pm, we decided to go outside on the swings
and we asked my friend's mother to join us and she did. She was
like a second mom to me. We were swinging and talking for about
an hour when my friend yelled out "Look, you guys! There
is a glowing cross in the sky!" We were telling each other
how beautiful it looked, and how it was so bright; that there
were no stars around it - it was just by itself. My friend's mom
said to us that she was going to get her camera, but when she
came back, it was gone. It had just faded away slowly into the
sky. The next day, my friend's mom got a phone call from the hospital
asking her to come in. She was diagnosed with breast cancer.
remembered the cross in the sky and knew that God was telling
us that He would be with her always - she was not alone. It was
such a comfort to us all. My mom took me shopping for a gift.
I found the perfect gift for my second mom. It was a chain with
a cross on it. On the cross were the words "Jesus is with
You". It reminded her of that wonderful evening that we all
spent together; the cross in the sky, and the comfort God was
giving to us.
Rogers of Charlottetown, age 13.
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