My sister and I were always close, being only 2 years apart we grew up like best friends. When she was about 14, after many illnesses, they found she had Lupus Nephritis and damage had already begun on her kidneys. She spent most of her life in the hospitals, doctor's offices and in later years - on the dialysis machines. Her life was not a good life. Having very poor health, she had few good times.
But as I mentioned, being close and more like friends than sisters - we shared many laughs and late night giggles. I always told her when the time came for a kidney transplant I would donate as I knew I was a match. This was not to be... In 1998 I was also diagnosed with Lupus and unable to donate any organs what - so - ever. We can not even donate blood!
She had a failed kidney transplant years before from our brother... So her time was running out and her health was getting worse. Over the next few years she was spending more time in the hospital and less at home. She questioned her faith and God. During one stay in the hospital she was there 3 long months and they told us she would not be coming home. They basically left her in a room to die.
We became angry and fought with hospital staff to move her to another floor and work with her as she lay unconscious. After much effort and some bullying from me and my mother - the staff got on it and my sister finally came around and healed! She got out of the hospital, then to a home to do therapy to learn how to walk again and get strength... Then back home - her real home - with us. She joined church again and became very involved and a huge inspiration to many! I think it was God's way of giving her a "second chance" of finding Him. And she did!
That was in 2003.
In 2006 she began getting staph infections again, more hospitalizations. Feb of 2007 she could hardly hold her own head up and was admitted once again into the hospital - ICU again. She was totally unresponsive and I knew my sister Lisa... Or "sissy Esha" and I affectionately called her was not coming home this time. She hung on for two days and we called our Pastor. The Pastor, my Mother and I waited with my sister all day as we felt compelled to be there with her - and not leave her side. I was losing my best friend.
As hours passed, at one point I sat on the chair and was looking at my sister, then to the floor... Something "told" me to look out into the hallway... As I did I saw THE most beautiful, brilliant, illuminating light, in at least two presences, if not three - tall and SO bright coming into her hospital room. NEVER in my life have I ever witnessed anything like this and I feel so honored and blessed to have seen this. I was in awe and said nothing to my Mother until about one week after we buried Lisa.
I just didn't feel it was the right time as she laid dying to talk of their arrival... I felt it was my privilege seeing them and watched them enter and "float" to my sister's bedside. Tears streamed down my face, it was confirmed now that she was not alone.
You know, no matter how strong your faith is, no matter how much you believe - when you lose someone so close to your heart, you tend to question in your mind "what if". But after seeing the Angels come for Lisa, I KNOW now for sure, God's word is true and pure... I mean I knew before! But it really shakes things up for you!
There's no doubt in my mind what I saw, that I DID see them and that they WERE Angels. I "feel" spirits all the time, but have never been blessed with being able to see them. This was one of the most precious gifts God ever gave to me, the peace of mind that my sister was leaving us in His Angels arms! How awesome is our God?!
I have had many spiritual experiences in my life - but this one is truly my FAVORITE and most dear to my heart! I hope sharing this gives others stronger faith and hope.
Thanks you for reading! Susan Maurer - Pennsylvannia
I believe your testimony. I have no doubt about the after-life.
I've seen things no child should ever see. My older brother saw them as well. Another 15 years and I not only saw, I nearly collided with some kind of demon on a dark night after work, in our home. I moved away from home about that time. I actually feared for my life. One of my younger brothers saw three of them coming up (in my old room) through the floor. He slept with the lights on for several years after that. He was seriously scared.
After everything I've seen and been through, I've never seen an angel..., and I'm not happy about that. You have no idea how much I want to see an angel. I'm tired. I'm getting older. My health is suffering.
Your story inspires me. I'll hang on a while longer, and maybe I'll be happy.
God Bless
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