The Night God Answered my Prayer and Sent Angels to Help me
It was a Miracle
It was October 11, 1997 when my dear father passed away. It was one of the hardest things I have endured in this life. My mother passed away when I was only nine years old which brought dad and I even closer. After dad passed away, I felt like a part of me died. The hopelessness I felt was unbearable. In my grief and pain I remembered a conversation that dad, Laura and I, had one day. (My twin sister, dad and I, called ourselves, "the three musketeers.") In one of our many deep spiritual conversations, we talked about visiting each other after death if God would give us this gift. On this night, about three months after his death as I laid on my bed wailing, my mind went back to that conversation. How often we forget to simply pray and talk to God. He is always listening and ready to answer our prayers in his own way. I had a great conversation with God on a night that started out lonely and desperate.
That night I prayed that my dad would come to me or let me know he was around. Little did I know that God had bigger plans for the heavenly visit I requested. Laura, obviously being part of God's plan, reminded me of some important dates. Dad died on October 11 (10:11) and mom died on November 27 (11:27). I squealed in absolute joy at the miracle God had
Answer to my Prayer
I woke at 10:11 A.M. from a loud noise that seemed familiar. It was a specific honking of a car that my dad use to do when he passed my apartment. The honk went to the beat of, Honk- Honk - Honk Honk, Honk- Honk-ety Honk-Honk,Honk Honk. Dad always used this particular honking pattern because of its' history. It was a bell that hung out the front door of my childhood home. He and mom rang the bell to this same rhythm to call their five kids to dinner. I felt like I was in heaven when I heard this. Waking up to my dad's infamous honk had me feeling hope again. I hadn't fallen asleep till early morning, so I joyfully went back to bed, knowing dad was near.
I woke up again to dad's classic honk at 11:27 A.M. Each of the two times I was awakened, I heard a quiet voice tell me to look at the clock. This is why I am so sure of the exact time. I knew there was something important about the time of these honks but couldn't figure it out. I called my twin sister after the second honk to see if she had any idea's. I was babbling on in excitement knowing dad had visited me, but she filled in the blanks.
That night I prayed that my dad would come to me or let me know he was around. Little did I know that God had bigger plans for the heavenly visit I requested. Laura, obviously being part of God's plan, reminded me of some important dates. Dad died on October 11 (10:11) and mom died on November 27 (11:27). I squealed in absolute joy at the miracle God had given me. Not only did he give me the gift of dad, but mom as well. In my grief of losing dad, I wasn't even thinking that mom would come see me. I will never forget the night mom and dad came to ease my pain and hopelessness. Death does not mean the end but the beginning. It also doesn't mean that we still can't feel or talk with our loved ones. I realize miracles like this don't happen everyday and that is why it is an experience I will forever cherish. Mom and Dad knew I needed them both so I could move on.
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