My Angel's Visit - A True Story
On Easter Sunday many years ago, my first husband left me. He met another woman within days of leaving and actually was introduced to her by a woman that I foolishly thought was one of my closest friends. I was shocked and devastated and wanted to know what was going to happen in my life. Another friend of mine was visiting a foretune teller and invited me along. Of course I went. That started a long endless chain of visits to anyone that I thought could give me hope for my future. Eventually, I started reading my own tarot cards because I was still very unhappy but didn't have the funds to continue these never ending visits. I guess you could say I was obsessed. After one visit, I had to spend the night with my grandmother because I was so frightened I couldn't stay in my house alone. I felt like my house was haunted. During these years I kept enduring losses in my life. One of my cats was stolen and the other ran way while he was staying with my parents during a business trip.
Finally after years of being involved in the New Age/Occult movement, I would slip into such deep depressions that I would frighten myself. Each time I felt better, I would secretly live in fear of the next depression that I was sure would strike. By this time, I had moved away from my hometown because I was risking a layoff if I stayed. I was very lonely and I drank heavily. This certainly didn't help my depressions. I held a very demanding job, worked long hours, got very little exercise, and had almost no social life. This certainly was a cocktail for disaster. I felt as though I was on a treadmill with no way off. I continued to read tarot cards, set up astrology charts and visited fortunetellers, mediums and spiritualists on a regular basis. I kept hoping they would tell me that my life would change and I wanted desperately to look forward to something. At the time I didn't realize that according to the Bible this is an abomination to God which brings curses onto your life. My life truly was a mess.
During these years, Christian people kept coming into my life. I worked with a lady who kept telling me she was praying for me. I didn't know what good that would do.
One night I woke up with a big desire to jump out of my bedroom window. I felt like I was obeying a command to do this. I sensed that if I jumped, I would be able to fly. As I got out of the bed and headed for the window, an angel appeared before me and shoved me back into my bed. I knew he was an angel because he was bigger than an ordinary man. He must have been 7 or 8 feet tall. He had a light complexion and actually looked Scandinavian. He had a look of steel on his face. As soon as I was back in the bed, he disappeared. I was very frightened and couldn't get back to sleep that night. I lay there wishing daylight would come.
I decided then to move back home so that I would be near my family. I would like to say that my life changed overnight but it was actually a gradual change. When I returned to my hometown, I found my house destroyed by renters and I lost my job only months after returning. Out of desperation, I lay in bed one night and couldn't stop crying. I finally called out to Jesus for his help.
God finally began working in my life when I called out to Him.
I found a job just days before I was supposed to leave the payroll. I put my house on the market after restoring it and fortunately sold it to a neighbors' son. I was given relocation money to move out of state this time. As soon as I got to my new location, I met a Christian lady who got me involved in a Bible study and introduced me to someone who later became one of my strongest Christian friends. I can't say it was all easy as I broke away from occult activities and learned to trust God as my source.
My faith really began to develop when I continually prayed for the Lord to bring a Christian man into my life. It had been 11 years since my divorce by this time and during this time I had never been involved with anyone who treated me well. However, I kept standing in faith for a husband. I was praying one day and the Lord spoke to me that He had chosen my husband. One Sunday morning not long after, a friend asked me to go to a singles event at a bowling alley. I started to tell her that I never missed church but suddenly decided this one time would be okay. Sure enough, I met my future husband that morning. Through my marriage, The Lord has provided me with a joy and peace I never knew existed.
I always remember my special angel and thank the Lord for sending him to save me from jumping out the window.