Stories of the Power of Spirit
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the Editor: God moves in all of our lives. This Column features
true stories by real people of the Power of Spirit. Transformational
experiences with Spirit can include prayers answered, the power
of positive thought, miraculous happenings, contact from departed
loved ones, near-death experiences and many more. We invite you
to share your experiences with us as an affirmation to all that
God moves in our lives. Contact us by e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org
or by phone or fax.
the birth of my third child, I experienced an unusual occurrence.
Over the years, I have learned that it is not as unusual as I
had originally thought.
due date was November 27. Just past the seventh month of my pregnancy,
I began hemorrhaging. I was admitted to the hospital and the bleeding
was brought under control. On October 11, I began hemorrhaging
again. I was taken to a room just outside of the delivery room.
I felt very cold. I heard a nurse shout for some of my blood type.
The next thing I remember, I was above the table watching all
of these people working on me. I was no longer cold and was quite
unconcerned about the fact that I was looking down at myself.
I felt very peaceful.
next thing I knew, I was back in my body and back in the delivery
room. Thankfully, my son was born premature but healthy. He will
turn 36, this year.
King, Halifax, N.S.
visiting friends only about three weeks after the death of their
father. Harry had been a wonderful man who always had a smile
and looked out for everyone. He had died quite unexpectedly of
a heart attack.
had gone to bed and all was quite in the house. I was sleeping
in the spare room where I always stayed when I visited. About
three in the morning, I was awakened by someone moving in the
kitchen. As I listened, I could hear the foot steps coming towards
my door. Just outside the door, they stopped and I had the sense
that someone was standing in the doorway but I couldn't see anything.
I felt very safe and protected and had no feeling of discomfort.
I waited and waited and there were no more footsteps or movement.
It was as if the person had stopped at my door and then disappeared.
After a while I feel asleep again and awoke the next morning refreshed
everyone in the house if they had been up during the night or
if they had heard anyone in the kitchen. Everyone had sleep well
and no one had heard anything. I shared my story and my friend's
mother told me that her husband had a habit of getting up in the
middle of night to get a drink. When he was up he also would check
on everyone to make sure that they were OK. Maybe last night,
Harry had stopped in to check on everyone.
was a comfort to me and to everyone in the house to know that
Harry was watching over us.
MacKenzie, Charlottetown, PEI
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