Many years ago, when I was about
17, I was not happy in life. I can't give a reason for my unhappinessI couldn't
understand it myself. In my search for understanding, I had read and studied
many things of the supernatural, and I knew about the dark side of spirituality.
But I believed in God, too, and so one day I found myself crying out to
him: "God, if you are real, do something to show me there
is a purpose for life."
At least a year passed
after I prayed that prayer, and I continued to feel sad and lost.
Then one night I was in bed, and I experienced something I'll
never forget. The spirit of a dear friend of mine, Bruce, came
to visit me. Bruce had died years before when he and I were about
13 years of age. He had died from falling off a train trestle
while walking his bike along the tracks. I had been crushed when
he died. We had been such good friends. But after his death,
a year or so passed, and I quit thinking of him. In fact, I never
thought of Bruce again.
Then suddenly he came
to see me that night in my bedroom! He was dressed in a long
white gown, and he literally lit up the room with a beautiful
white light. I felt such peace and calmness in his presence.
I cannot describe my feelings so that anyone could understand.
All my sadness left, and I felt so free and peaceful!
He spoke to me about
Heaven and other things, and I was so entranced with what he
told me. My spirit understood every word, but the weird thing
is...if you asked me what he said specifically, I couldn't tell
you. His message was for my spirit, not for the human part of
me to understand. I know that he talked to me for the longest
time, while I said not a word.
At the end of our visit,
Bruce drifted upward. As he began to fade from sight, I begged
him to come back and tell me more about Heaven. But he just smiled
at me and faded away.
Soon after this visit
my life changed drastically for the better. I eventually met
my husband, got married, had two wonderful daughters. Now I have
three wonderful little grandsons! The Lord has come to my aid
many times since Bruce's visit. I was protected from a car crash
and also during an operation. God stopped another operation that
would have removed my intestines. And He helped me through the
death of my mom. I received the Lord God as my Savior when I
was in my twenties.
I have never forgotten
that visit from Bruce. I know God sent him to me with a message
that my spirit needed in order to carry me through this life.
I know this because when I think I cannot go on, Bruce's heavenly
visit returns clearly to my mind, and I draw strength from it.
In sharing my story,
I use the name Abagaila name I hold dear to my heart, because
God the Father gave it to me.