In my last blog, I mentioned something about being in the waiting room as my mother died in the intensive care room that she was in. A few people in my life know what I saw that day, but only a few. I have decided that I don't mind if the whole world knows of my vision on that day. You see, when I saw my mother lying on the bed gasping for every breath, I lost it. Someone should have slapped me, or something. You’ve heard that people that are hysterical sound like they’re laughing when actually they're crying aloud. Well, that's what happened to me. I could not stay in the room, even though I wanted to for my mother's sake. In some way, I feel like I deserted her in her most desperate time. But as I said in my last blog I just do not have it in me to watch a person die. So, a nurse came and helped me into a chair in the waiting room, but not before I almost pulled Janice and Willard both to the floor, them trying to hold me up. The staff at the hospital motioned us into another waiting room where we would have privacy.


I remember putting my hands over my eyes, and saying a prayer, asking God for His comfort. While I was sitting at the table I saw the most beautiful vision of my mother standing in the gates of heaven, smiling. And what I notice most was the peacefulness that enveloped me. It was almost like my mother speaking within my heart, telling me she was okay. From that moment on I was able to have comfort within me and let my mother go.

But the strangest thing about the vision was my mother's hair color. You see, my mother had bleached her hair blonde from her early 20s. Never have I saw her with dark brown hair. In fact I've always thought of my mother as having blonde hair. If I had ever seen a picture of her before the change in hair color, I don't remember it. It was kind of shocking seeing my mother with short brown hair. I've always known her to have long blond hair.

God gave me the ability in a few split seconds to see into eternity. I felt the love of God embrace me, and I felt The comfort that He gives. I felt the joy that my mother had in being there with the Lord. I saw the light that is true light from God. There was no shadow anywhere, because the light seemed to be coming from everywhere. As I said in my earlier blog, I wouldn’t miss Heaven for anything! PRAISE GOD.

I have in my lifetime had many experiences that could only come from God. And I know that I'm not the only one to have such experiences, and thank God for that.

If you have had such experiences please share them with me, and my readers. I know that I will have gotten a blessing from them, and I think that my readers will too. Until next time, Willard and I wish you health and happiness. May God bless and may God save.