I have an ex-boyfriend who I was really connected to. I caught him cheating on me with his ex-wife. Jason and I was so spiritually connected, we both could send each other our energy to one another even when we were in different states. After I found out I was so angry at him, I hadn't spoke to him or seen him in months.
I kept waking up having horrible dreams something was wrong with him. I would see images of his face, where he looked like death warmed over. He didn't even look like his self. I was so scared something would happen to him, I prayed every night for about a week.
Even though he did horrible things to hurt me, I loved him so unconditionally I didn't want anything to happen to him. While I was praying, God spoke to me. He was standing at the foot of my bed looking at me. He said I am Joseph of Nazerath. He reassured me he would be fine, and that he would help him. Jason, never believed in god very much before. I couldn't even get him to go inside a church to the daycare to pick up my kids.
Since then he started going to church, and says he saw him too. He claims it changed his way of looking at life, and everything about him. That night when I laid down, I was praying with my hands clasp above my head. Like I was hung on a cross. Since then I pray that way every time.
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Jesus' face. I am a strong Christian and ever sense I was very little I say prayers every night. My mom taught me them when I was 4 and we would say them every night before we fell asleep.
One day, I forget how old I was I'm guessing 5?, I remember being sent to my room for time-out because I was miss behaving. I was sitting on my floor crying and crying saying "It's not fair! It's not fair!". I remember my door was shut and I was sitting in front of it crying, and I saw right there on my door kind of like a shadow looking picture or like a black ink drawing of Jesus' face looking at me And what I will always remember is that he looked disappointed in me and sad. I wasn't even scared at all for what I was seeing I felt a feeling of warmth and love from him. Even though he didn't speak, I believe that the disappointment in his face was telling me that I shouldn't disobey my parents and I should be good. I also believe that he wanted me to see him so that I realize that I hurt him by not respecting my parents (doing the right thing).
I will never forget that moment and it touches my heart every time I think about the look disappointed and sad look on His face.
This proved to me at a very early age, that God DOES exist. Not just in stories and prayers but he Exists in the HEART as well.
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