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End to Sadness
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Many years ago, when I was about 17, I was
not happy in life. I can't give a reason for my unhappiness—I couldn't
understand it myself. In my search for understanding, I had read and studied
many things of the supernatural, and I knew about the dark side of spirituality.
But I believed in God, too, and so one day I found myself crying out to
him: "God, if you are real, do something to show me there is a purpose
for life." At least a year passed after I
prayed that prayer, and I continued to feel sad and lost. Then one night
I was in bed, and I experienced something I'll never forget. The spirit
of a dear friend of mine, Bruce, came to visit me. Bruce had died years
before when he and I were about 13 years of age. He had died from falling
off a train trestle while walking his bike along the tracks. I had been
crushed when he died. We had been such good friends. But after his death,
a year or so passed, and I quit thinking of him. In fact, I never thought
of Bruce again.Then suddenly he came to see me
that night in my bedroom! He was dressed in a long white gown, and he literally
lit up the room with a beautiful white light. I felt such peace and calmness
in his presence. I cannot describe my feelings so that anyone could understand.
All my sadness left, and I felt so free and peaceful!He spoke to me about Heaven and
other things, and I was so entranced with what he told me. My spirit understood
every word, but the weird thing is...if you asked me what he said specifically,
I couldn't tell you. His message was for my spirit, not for the human part
of me to understand. I know that he talked to me for the longest time, while
I said not a word.At the end of our visit, Bruce
drifted upward. As he began to fade from sight, I begged him to come back
and tell me more about Heaven. But he just smiled at me and faded away.Soon after this visit my life
changed drastically for the better. I eventually met my husband, got married,
had two wonderful daughters. Now I have three wonderful little grandsons!
The Lord has come to my aid many times since Bruce's visit. I was protected
from a car crash and also during an operation. God stopped another operation
that would have removed my intestines. And He helped me through the death
of my mom. I received the Lord God as my Savior when I was in my twenties.I have never forgotten that visit
from Bruce. I know God sent him to me with a message that my spirit needed
in order to carry me through this life. I know this because when I think
I cannot go on, Bruce's heavenly visit returns clearly to my mind, and I
draw strength from it.In sharing my story, I use the
name Abagail—a name I hold dear to my heart, because God the Father
gave it to me.  Abagail |
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Copyright
© 1992-2000 by Betty J. Eadie |
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