Saturday, December 12, 2015
The hardest story to tell is the story that happened today. Today, December 12th is the day my husband died in 2008. But this is a story that needs to be told because it is also the story of a visit by an angel.
Highlands Regional Hospital, Prestonsburg, KY: My beloved was dying. The doctor told me there was nothing to be done other than put him on a respirator, which Terry had told me several times he did not wish to ever be put on a respirator. I was completely alone in the room with Terry while he was dying. Suddenly a nurse came in that looked very familiar to me. This wouldn't be strange because my Mother had died in the same hospital in 1983, and I had gotten familiar with most of the nurses.
She came in and was with me when Terry died. I was holding him and she was listening to his heart as he passed away. She said words of comfort to me which I don't remember and then left the room.
I was alone with my beloved. I stayed with him about six minutes when I walked out into the hallway. In the hallway was Terry's other doctor standing with a different nurse. He looked at me with a smile and said, "How is Terry?!" I was shocked, I had been a nurses aid in a nursing homes so I know that when someone passes away you report it immediately and the nurses station was very close to Terry's room. I stuttered, "He's...gone." He and the other nurse ran in and listened to his heart and said, "Yes, he is gone."
I wondered why the nurse that had been with me when he died had not reported my husband's death. She had definitely had time enough after she left my room, and the Doctor had obviously just come from the nurses station on his way to my husband's room, so he should have been informed.
For the next three years, I thought about this nurse and who could she have been. I had many questions.
1. Who was she?
2. Why did she look so familiar to me, like I had seen her before?
3. Why didn't she report my husband's death to the Doctor and Nurses?
One day in prayer God answered all my questions.
"Lord", I said, "Who was she and why did I never see her again?"
The Lord showed me that the reason she looked familiar is she had been my Mother's nurse from 1983, but the only thing is she hadn't aged a day.
This was an angel of God that He had sent to Terry. God had allowed her to take a form that He knew would be comforting to me. It was such a grace that when my beloved's heart beat the last time an angel had a hand right where his heart was to give that last beat.
Angels are real, do not doubt it.
Monday, December 07, 2015
Recently I was contacted by a young man who said he was very scared because he was experiencing demonic oppression. He sounded terrified and didn't understand what was happening or what to do about it. Now, normally we are called to be sceptical and not see the devil under every bush, but something about this young man's genuine fear pulled me more to belief than not. I know that he could have had mental issues, or been just someone craving attention, but what he told me he was experiencing would dispel both of those theories.
He said he was not religious, he said that he had been baptized many years ago as a child or an infant, but other than that, no religious or church experience. So no matter what the truth may have been, either way I decided I was going to go to war for this kid. (My prayers nor me asking him to pray in no way would hurt him.)
The first thing I did was send him prayers of Saint Michael the Archangel, the long and the short version. I told him he wasn't alone, and that I too had experienced demonic oppression. I fought them with the Word of God, and the Holy Rosary at first...later I would use the weapons they must flee from, Holy Confession and the Holy Mass.
What he sent me in emails was torturous for me as a mother to hear. The demons where torturing him mentally and physically. He was so scared, he said he had no one to talk to about this and didn't know where to turn. When it was at it's worse, I went late one night to St. Joe Hill and offered the Stations of the Cross with many tears for him, begging God to protect him. That night he emailed me back (before I told him I had prayed the stations) and he told me they were leaving him alone and he could sleep a little. (The demons can't stand the Stations of the Cross.)
What really surprised me is that Matthew was experiencing obscure demonic tricks that I doubt he could have gotten from the internet. (I will not mention what they are).
Our fight wasn't over, and there were many emails back and forth. I made him some prayer videos and sent to him, which he said did help him. In one email he spoke of the demons saying that... "They fear you." (meaning they were afraid of me). I knew immediately what that was. The demonic will NEVER give you a compliment, but they will try to get you to have pride so that you will not be in a place of communication with God. Pride broke the line of communication from God to the demons, and they desire that I would have pride in my 'holiness' so that God would no longer hear my prayers for Matthew. It didn't work.
Later I sent him a blessed Rosary with the Miraculous Medal. This was his most recent email to me:
"I am happy to be writing you again. Ive thought about you everyday and the items you sent have helped more than anything else.
They ran instantly from the miraculous medal. when i hold it and recognize what i am holding, it all goes away. all the pain all the torment torture, what-have-you... it all goes away. Im so happy!
i wanted you to know im doing well and i hope the same for you!!!"
I knew for sure he was telling the truth, because he was not Catholic, and had no experience or knowledge of what a Miraculous Medal was.
I have recently told him that he isn't done yet, he as only a reprieve and am encouraging him to come fully into the Holy Catholic Church because we have the best weapons to fight the devil, and I'm afraid he will be fighting this for a while. I haven't heard from him, please pray for him.
The Miraculous Medal is powerful, we should all have a blessed one and wear it if possible.