A Moment I Will Never Forget

I have no doubts of God’s existence.  I am, and will forever be, faithful.

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.