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|"I saw angels rushing to answer prayers. They were organized to give as much help as possible. As they worked within this organization, they literally flew from person to person, from prayer to prayer, and were filled with love and joy by their work. they delighted to help us and were especially joyful when somebody prayed with enough intensity and faith to be answered immediately. They always responded to the brighter, larger prayers first, then each prayer in turn, until all of them were answered...all prayers of desire are heard and answered. When we have great need, or when we are praying for other people, the beams project straight from us and are immediately visible. I was also told that there is no greater prayer than that of a mother for her children. These are the purest prayers because of their intense desire and, at times, sense of desperation. A mother has the ability to giver her heart to her children and to implore mightily before God for them. We all have the ability, however, to reach God with our prayers." (Embraced By The Light, pp. 103-04)|
little Betty's schedule, I was in the habit of going to bed at a regular
hour, but tonight was unusual. I was restless. I couldn't go to sleep and
stayed up until about three o-clock in the morning.
When I went to bed, my husband had left his police scanner on. He frequently had it on at night, often falling asleep as he listened to the activities of our son, Joe Jr., who was a police officer in a rural area nearby. Young Joe worked days as well, so I didn't know if he was working tonight.
It bothered me to listen to the scanner, so I would normally turn it off if I went to bed after my husband. But this night, I got into bed without turning off the scanner, and I was finally drifting off to sleep when I heard my son's voice on the radio. He was requesting help. I had often heard him do that before, because in his area, officers worked without partners. But this time there was a tone in Joe's voice that immediately alerted me that he was in danger.
I woke up my husband, told him what I had heard, and asked him to stay by the scanner. Joseph was in trouble. Quickly I ran outside to the place by the back porch where I always prayed. As I began to pray, something inside of me said, "Pray, and pray hard." Still not knowing what the danger mught be, I began to pray. I asked God to surround him with the warring angels. I had learned about these angels during my experience, and I knew that I could call on them. And I needed them now. I had also watched the "mothers' prayers" and seen that they reached into heaven like bright beacons of light. I knew that the mothers' prayers were the greatest prayers ever heard, and I reminded God that I remembered this.
I prayed, "Father, for some reason your help is needed, and it's needed now. If it is your will that this be done, I call down the warring angels to surround him and to protect him." Not wanting to interrupt my prayers, but desperately wanting to know what was going on, I ran back into the house to hear if Joe Sr. had learned anything. There was no word of Joe on the radio, so I called my son's precinct. They told me that they did not have any further news, but that other officers had been dispatched. "I know my son is in trouble," I told them. "Please, the minute that you hear anything, I want a report back." And then I ran back outside and continued to pray.
It was an hour before we knew he was safe and several hours before Joe filled me in on what had happened to him. He had been on a country road, pursuing a speeding car that was trying to get away from him. The driver had sped over a hill and tried to make a quick U-turn to throw my son off. But the turn wasn't fast enough to pull out of Joe's way as he came down the hill, and the two cars collided.
On impact, the air bag in Joe's car opened and saved his life. Joe hadn't been driving his usual car, which was in the repair shop. His usual car didn't have an air bag.
Joe had called for backup immediately after the collision. He later told me that his first thought was "Somehow I know that Mom is praying for me." Bleeding profusely, the driver had gotten out of his car and attacked my son as he was on the car radio. They fought for eight minutes until the other police officers and medics were able to get there. The driver was so violent that it took eight of them to hold him down.
Joe was taken to the hospital when they found him covered with blood, but after he was cleaned up, they discovered that none of the blood was his. Other than stiff muscles and swollen knees that had connected with the dashboard underneath the air bag, there was nothing wrong with him. They later learned that the driver had been on a high dose of a drug called angel dust, or PCP.
Joe called me from the station as soon as he could. "You know, Mom, right after I finished calling the station, I felt your prayers," he told me. "Then I thought, 'No way, Mom would be asleep.' But something inside of me said, 'No, she's not, she's commissioning the Lord right now for your safety.' Were you up at that time praying for me? The thought that you were, kept me going."
"Yes," I answered, "and you can believe that I said the mother's prayer, and God could not refuse me."
Many times since this incident my children have brought me to my knees to pray the mother's prayer. Not all of my prayers were answered as immediately as this one, but I knew that God heard them and the answer was on its way. (The Awakening Heart, pp. 56-59)
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