I have died twice, yet here I am, alive by the grace of God.
In 2000, I lost my husband in a car explosion, and in 2011, I said goodbye to my mother. Grief almost broke me, but God carried me through those dark valleys.
In 2015, I faced death on a highway. My car was T-boned at 75 mph, throwing me 189 yards. I woke up in the hospital with broken ribs; my torso was black. Paramedics said I had been clinically dead, but God brought me back. After that crash, doctors found an aneurysm in the left cerebral of my brain, another ticking bomb only God could defuse.
On May 8, 2020, I went into cardiac arrest and was declared dead for several hours, zipped into a bag at my apartment. Yet again, God resurrected me. While I was gone, I glimpsed heaven. It was peaceful and silent, like the words from the song “The Sound of Silence” had come to life. No words were spoken, yet souls communicated almost telepathically through love. I felt no fear, only God’s perfect peace.
Each trial became the foundation of my testimony; I believe God saved me for a purpose. Now I share His Word daily and serve my neighbors in need, helping the elderly and less fortunate by giving clothing, baking breads and cooking meals, and encouraging everyone to trust in Jesus Christ. I have seen hearts turn to Christ after hearing my testimony. Even those who once followed pagan beliefs have come to Jesus through my story.
My daughter calls me “angelic”, saying I held her hand when she forgot to pray. She is currently writing a book and dedicating it to me, to honor the miracles God gave me. I am no angel, just a witness to God’s love and power.
I cling to God’s promise in Isaiah 41 that I need to not fear, for He is with me. Through every loss, every death and resurrection, the Lord has been by my side. I should not be alive, but I am. I am a living testimony that God is very real, that miracles still happen, and that heaven walks among us.
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