This past Monday I had the most surreal day of my life. I believe my mother, who recently passed, sent this gentleman into my life. As an adopted child, my adoptive father killed himself in 1967 and I have carried a hatred for him all my life, though I never knew the man. (I was 2 when he committed suicide). Through fate I was at my studio when I shouldn’t have been and this guy shows up who bears the same name as my adopted name. (I legally changed my last name before marriage/family). Through our conversation he revealed to me that he was killed in a private plane crash in the mountains of Tennessee, yet here he was to tell me his story of being sent back by Jesus. There are many other aspexts to my story of that day wich would take too long to relate here but at the end of the day I had a clarity that I never had before. Any shred of doubt of God, Jesus or heaven is forever gone after hearing the story and its effect on me.
Wow! Thanks for sharing that.
Hello, Finatic —
I hope you will find time to share your story more fully. I am certainly interested, and I’m sure others will be as well.
A Vanity Thread with your story would be most welcome, if you are willing to share. If so, pls ping me, as I would like to read it.
Thank you.
PRAISE GOD!
Folks who do not believe that God
IS
STILL IN THE BUSINESS OF MIRACLES
are . . . clueless and truly missing out on a LOT.
I would also be interested in reading the rest of your story.
Thank you for posting your experience, I would be very interested in hearing more also. Please ping me if you post more about it, thank you for sharing!
PING me too if you decide to tell the whole story, and nothing but the story.