A Spiritual Experience

Sept. 10th, 2005, my husband, some friends and I were having dinner on the patio of a nice Mexican Restaurant. I became sick, started heaving and trying to pass out. It became so violent, my husband called for an ambulance. I was taken to the hospital and have no idea I even existed for 10 days. Then I remember a doctor telling me his name and saying he was going to have to do surgery on me. I remember laughing about his name and then asking him if he believed in God. He said he did. I ask him if he realized that he, the doctor, could not heal me. He said he knew that but that he knew that God would guide his hands to do the right thing. With that, I went to sleep, I thought. The next thing that happened, was I found my self in a void. I could not see anything but I knew I was dying. I felt God there and the feeling was a peace that passes all understanding. I began to talk to God but I wasn't speaking. There was no tunnel, no bright light, just me and God. I began to lay my burdens on Him and before I could ask, He would answer. At this point, I felt so good. I ask him for time with Jim, my husband, that would be peaceful and better than the previous 10 years, where we had taken care of Mother till she died and taken care of Will till he died. Two people who were so close to us. We never minded taken care of them, but we were so devastated when they passed. Then I felt a peace and knew things would work out for us in Gods time. And then I told Him I was so worried about my boys, and He said to me, "Put them in My hands". Then He said it was not my time and I woke up. A great transformation came over me. My life is different. I have things to do for God and don't ask me how I know but I just know. Jim and I had never been married in church before so we renewed our vows for our 10th anniversary in church, by a preacher. What a difference this made in our lives. We now attend that church and are learning more about what God has in store for us. I have not smoked since Sept. 10th, 2006. God is diffenently dealing with my boys. I recently had the chance to tell one of my boys that he needed to put God back in the center of his life. I think he was shocked but, that was God speaking through me. It just came up and out. God speaks through me a lot now because I am more open to him. I strive to walk closer and closer to him as the days go on. I know, that if an episode like my sickness happens again, I won't come back this time. I have so much to do till then. I will never, nor do I ever want to forget this experience with my Lord.