The Sweet Heart Of God And His Angels On Earth.
The Sweet And Pure Hearts Of God And His Angels On Earth
September 15, 2010 Wednesday
I am so preciously grateful to a wonderful God for helping me in my life. I am grateful to his Earth angels that so lovingly reach out to me, and to folks who have had broken hearts like I have had in the past.
Mr.s Deborah Ogans, Rev Lady, And Dr Pastor Carlotta mean so much to my life. These are just a few of the very dear souls that kindly bring peace to my existence all the time.
They are my angels on earth. God does most definitely find a way to reach out to help you if you talk to God.
I want go into all the details of our lives, my life, Joann's life, or Becky's life, but I will say that it is hard and difficult to live in sadness alone when certain matters or things find ways to pull at your heart strings.
Sometimes I grow so weary and tired that I just can not help but to let the tears just come out of my eyes. I am always so so tired. It is like my mind begs me for some kind of great relief, some kind of safety valve so that I can deal with a lifetime of pressures that have been so much on my mind.
God has been good to me. God kept me alive in times when I should have been killed. It was like times that defied logic. I once kept throwing water from a bucket on a burning monster. It was a burning propane truck, and eighteen wheeler that was in flames like an inferno about to disintegrate a refinery.
I was not scared, but I knew I could die so very easily. I could have been vaporized by intense massive exploding flames . I would have experienced a hell on earth.
God helped me , and others save thousands of lives that fantastic day. I have faced gunmen, shooters, armed to the teeth suspects that had mental problems so I would not have to shoot them. I did not want anyone hurt in gun battles, not my friends, or fellow officers, not suspects or the shooters either. My life depended upon the state of their minds . God somehow kept them from killing me. I would walk up to men with guns aimed right at my heart because I did not want to kill them.
My baby, our Becky, I loved her so so much. Everything just twisted up my mind. I became and officer. I worked with three hundred men in uniforms, professionals, soldiers, military, rangers, Army, Air force , and Marine experts in everything.
My baby , sweet Becky, I was so hurt over her condition. There was no place in me for fear. It was my destiny to face dangerous individuals. I never wanted to take a life. That was one reason why I chose to walk right up to armed men simply to have a talk with them. I had a 44 magnum rifle muzzle against my chest once as I talked to a shooter that blasted the hell out of a bar room.
He was a big man and he did not care weather he lived or died. His name was Buck. Bigger than a bull he was, and with one hell of a bad gun.
My partner and I saved his life, almost by getting ourselves shot to pieces.
It is one hell of and adrenalin rush to face some situations. Fighting, and blood all over police cars. The reflection of flashing red lights on blood is horrible. Pulling out shotguns and revolvers. Arresting serious criminals that would kill you in a heart beat, like dope pushers.
Life is so different now, but I continue to thank God for the good things done for my family and I.
I made the most terrible mistake of my life one day. My wife and daughter were in a car with me one day on my way to make a bank deposit.
When I left the bank, my mind became confused, and I pulled out in oncoming traffic. There is most definitely a God, a Christ, and Almighty Christ Jesus and Saviour.
I can still vividly see two cars coming right on me, a mini van, and a truck and maybe another car. They were dead on me, they should have killed my family and I. My mistake could have killed their poor souls as well. The traffic was flying right at me at high speed.
Please believe me when I say this, I turned my head to look at my daughter and wife for a moment, and my mind just sunk into a dungeon of very great sadness. In a split second I thought to myself, our lives are over, our crippled child may now die along with Joann as well.
It was a terrible deadly mistake I made. However the very last thought that came into my mind was God. I knew only a miracle could save us, and that was unlikely, but I said, " God help me please."
In a split second I shot across the street, my car was clipped, all traffic stopped. And ambulance arrived with paramedics, the police arrived. However no one was injured and no cars were wrecked or demolished.
All of my life I had saved lives, but I almost killed other people and my family. God saved me. No one was harmed. Only my car had a chunk of a piece of bumper clipped off.
One police officer said, " Someone up their likes you a lot. your very blessed ."
I told Joann I would never drive a car again, but in our lives it became necessary that I continue too. I stopped driving a long while, but I had to go to the stores to help Joann.
That was the only traffic mistake I made in my life that morning. I no longer drive on that street.
God made time stand still to get me across the lanes. I am very sure of it.
I would like to thank many other fine Hub Page friends for being angels in our lives too. There are too many to mention by names, and I would not want to leave anyone out.
God Bless Everyone