The last couple of years have truly been the hardest years I have faced. My husband’s fight with and total victory over cancer, the sudden loss of my one and only sister, my very best friend’s whole world being turned upside down, my precious older son who is a pastor and a true man of God going through a hard divorce after finding out hmm (numerous discretions) heartbreaking things about his wife, and then my fight with death. After my 84th surgery, I had complications, and began to go downhill, my body begin to shutdown, I actually don’t remember almost three months of my life. By the time they got me to the hospital I was almost dead. I was in ICU on a ventilator and feeding tubes. I have had people ask me if I saw lights, or heaven, or Jesus. I wish I could say yes, but I didn’t, but I would like to share my story. During that time I was in a very vivid dream. It was my reality and it took me a few weeks after waking out of it all to begin to differentiate things I dreamed, and things they told me happened. During the time I was on life support, I was on an island surround by animals of all types. There was no danger, all were in peace and harmony. I wasn’t isolated, off and on friends and family would visit. (It could have been the times they were in the ICU room talking to me, I don’t know.) But I was also visited by loved ones gone on before. And on this beautiful island I met a young man that told me he was my other son. I had a miscarriage between my two sons. I won’t go into detail, and you all probably think I am crazy, but you see all my life I dreamed of being a zoologist or work in some field with animals. I never desired to be a teacher, but God had a more perfect plan for my life, than my wants. AND those of you that know me know that I am a beach baby. Give me sand, sun, and surf any day. I love love love islands. So as I look at it, God gave me my on little perfect peaceful paradise to heal in. He knew it was a place that I would want to live in, I would be so happy there, I would thrive to stay, I would fight for life. And I did. I was under a team of 6 doctors and everyone of them told me I shouldn’t be here, that I was a true miracle. I am a miracle because I serve the God whose Son brought Life to a dying world. He is the Resurrection. He is the Truth. He is the Light. He is the Life. Celebrate Him this Easter and He can Resurrect New Life in You.
**Created from several photos I took. One of my Praying Hands Light with the Image of Jesus, My Crystal Cross, the Coosa River at Sunrise, and a Lily.
I layered and edited them on PicSay Pro and Sketchbook. Then I used Photoshop 9 to finish. I used the Color Stretch Topaz Filter also.
Southside, AL USA