I recently had another very major surgery. With this surgery came the possibility of
several outcomes. I barely remember going into the surgical room, or being in
recovery, and I guess that is best. I do
remember praying for the doctors and nurses before I went in. I also remember what happened when I got out
and was being settled in my room in the hospital intensive care unit. This I will never forget.
I was getting settled in my bed.
The nurses were hooking me up to all kinds of apparatus. I could hear them, and I could see them. I could see them, not because I had my eyes
open, but because I was hovering above my body, looking down on myself. I realized I was at a crossing, somewhat of a
short wall, and next to me was a kind, gentle man. He was watching with
me. I did not know who it was then, but
I do now.
The man and I looked down upon the action in my room, and on me. I felt so tired. I just wanted to be asleep. I told the man that I was ready to go, that I
was not afraid, and that I was at peace.
I will never forget what he said.
He told me that it is not my time, and that I needed to be strong, and
go back.
As I came back into my body I started focusing in on the commotion
around me, and realized I had just met God.
God directly told me to go back and to be strong, that it was not my
time. It is a moment I will never
forget.
