I remember when I was posting. When there were no replies, I figured no one was reading and just never posted anymore. Bro. Richard sent me a link to this topic, where I had to search for the reason why. :| After finding Sis. Sybil's post, then I had to start hunting for that original file starting back with my zip drive. But I found it. So here is the rest of the story that I had written in 2000.
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It was a school day. I got up and got the kids off to school, watching to make sure that Suzanne had gotten on the bus. She had been walking home from school until the day she came home and said that a car had followed her. I called up a local bus service that transported kids to school for a fee and sent her to school in safety.
As usual, I went back to bed, since I tended to be a late night person. Ed had been off the night before and was still in bed. I lay back down and was soon asleep. I began to dream. I found myself in a large house. In my dream I knew that it was my house. In the middle of the house was an office full of people working with all the usual office machines and equipment. There was a heavy set man in a pinstripe three piece suit with a gold watch chain who seemed to be the boss. As I looked at him I knew that he was a demon, an evil angel. I saw an old woman in a frilly pink dress, heavy shoes and a blond wig with a scowl on her face pushing a mail cart used for interoffice mail. I knew as I looked at her that it was Satan himself. They were running an office in my house. I told them to leave, but they only laughed at me. I couldn't understand why they wouldn't leave even when I told them to go in Jesus' name.
I found myself in a living room and there was a knock at the front door. When I opened it, two tall man stood there dressed in a light brown, windowpane plaid suits. Then came in, but they were so tall they had to duck their heads to come in the door. I didn't see much of the second man, but the first man had brown hair that just touched his collar, an average looking man. He asked me if I needed help and I told him yes. Indicating the office, I told him they wouldn't leave even when I told them to. He took off his suit coat and handed it to me and I put it over my arm. He then went around the corner into the office.
I found myself at the door of the office with the man standing just inside the door of the office with his arms outstretched and his hands facing them. He turned his head and looked back over his shoulder at me with the kindest look I have ever seen. I knew that it was Jesus. No one has ever looked at me with such love and understanding. Next he was showing me his hand. My dream ended and I awoke. I began telling my husband what had happened, but I couldn't finish without sobbing. Jesus cared that much for me, so much that He made a special effort to let me know in a dream. What had I ever done to deserve such attention from Him? For the first time in years I knew that He really did care what happened to me. He had been watching out for me and for my family. Writing this story even ten years later still brings tears to my eyes. I will never understand that kind of love, but I want it to be a part of my life.
After telling Ed, I called my mother, who had been praying for years for us, and told her. God had turned us around, put us on the narrow path and we were on our way home to Abraham's farm. God had turned us around. What wondrous love, that Jesus took time to reveal Himself in such a manner to one of His wayward children. I didn't deserve it, but He came and took what I deserve that I might receive what He deserves. So much would happen in the next few weeks. Satan doesn't like to loose his prey, and I had been much more his prey than I had thought I was. But God is omnipotent, and He wasn't about to let Satan win.
A few days after my dream, I had to have (same day) surgery which left me fairly sore. I had already pulled my boxes of SOP books out and began cleaning them up. I began studying in earnest. But things weren't peaceful. At night as I would lay down to sleep, Satan would come to bother me. He would stand at the foot of my bed. One night I heard our front door open and close but it was still locked the next morning. There were bumps and other noises. One night the back door opened and closed. It too was locked. I lay in bed at night and claimed any Bible promise that I could remember. My favorite was Isaiah 41:10. "Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness." I would sing the hymns that I still knew by heart and finally I would get a little sleep.
One night I was exhausted. I knew that I needed some rest. That was the night that the I heard the front door open and close. I could feel the evil presence of Satan as he came down the hall to my room and paused outside the door. "Lord," I prayed, "I really need some rest tonight. Please make him leave me alone." The presence was gone. Another night, God answered my prayer in a striking manner.
If Satan or one of his demons has ever made their presence known to you, you can feel the evil presence. You may not be able to see it, but you know without doubt who it is and just where it is. Night after night Satan had made his presence known, hoping to frighten me into giving up my newfound faith in Jesus Christ, but I wasn't about to give up the sweetest thing that I had ever known. As he tormented me one night I was praying and singing and claiming promises. I remembered that somewhere there was a promise that said something about God would empty heaven of all the angels to save even one person. I couldn't remember exactly what it said but I claimed it anyway and God answered. He opened my spiritual eyesight. God willing, I will never forget what I saw that night. I was in a king-sized waterbed, and as I looked all around the bed I saw tall warriors dressed in tunics standing shoulder to shoulder. They surrounded the bed. They looked like bodybuilders. Their hands were clasped in front of them on the hilt of the sword that stood upright in front of them. Those swords were broad and came up to the middle of the chest. There was one angel warrior who was standing by my head and I sensed that he was my guardian angel. Outside those warriors I glimpsed the demons trying to throw their fiery darts at me, but they couldn't get past the guard that had been set around me. I lay there for awhile marveling at this wonderful manifestation of God's love. I finally got up to study for a couple of hours.
When I went back to bed, I no longer saw the warriors, but my guardian angel was there. I could still see him as I pulled the covers up over me that he reached down and pulled them up with me and "tucked me in" as it were. I guess that when God enlightens your vision, it takes awhile for it to fade away. For about 3 days, I was aware of my guardian angel. When I would kneel to pray, he would kneel with me. I never want to forget what God privileged me to see. Why me, I don't know. I have no way to show my gratitude except to remain faithful to Him, and to review frequently how He has led me in my past history and tell my story if it might help someone else.
How little we understand the love that the angels have for us, how they share in our battles and wage war for us against the foe of all souls. We have so little sense of what these majestic beings really are like, how they care for us. I wonder if it thrills them when they are given permission to reveal a glimpse of themselves to a human for whom they have been working? That they can give a glimpse to man of how much they care and carry out the will of their Heavenly Master and Ours must give them joy. A decade has only very faintly affected my memories of those days in January 1991. God used dramatic means to brings this wayward family back into the fold. We started back to church. It was a shock to our children. Our daughter couldn't remember going to church since she had been so young when we quit. Difficulties lay ahead, but I know that my Redeemer liveth, and that He is soon coming to take us home. He has trod the way before me, and He will lead me all the way.
Father, help me to never forget what you have done for me. Help me to tell others that You love them as much as You love me. May I keep growing until self is so hidden that when others see me that are seeing Jesus. Thank-you.
God has also worked some miracles in my life. I had been married about a year when something happened that I will never understand until I get to heaven. Ed was working and I had driven up to campmeeting (Kentucky-Tennessee) to attend the evening meeting. The drive took about an hour over some fairly curvy two-lane roads. It was dark when I started home. While traveling through some of the up and down curves, I came up behind a slow moving vehicle which I finally decided to pass. Since it was dark it was easy to tell if another car was coming. I saw no lights, nothing at all in the other lane, and I had a broken line, so I pulled out. As soon as I was in the other lane beside the car I was passing, I saw headlights coming straight at me and they were close. I don't know where they came from, for they hadn't been there just a moment earlier. I had no idea what I was going to do for it didn't look like I had time to pull in front of the other car and get back in my lane. I didn't even have time to think or pray, yet God knew. The next instant I was back in my own lane and there was nothing in sight, no lights of cars behind or in front of me, no retreating taillights. Twenty-four years have passed and I still don't understand what happened. I don't how I got back into my lane. I have no memory of getting past the car and pulling back in. It was instantaneous. One second I was beside the other car expecting a head-on collision, the next I was back in my lane. God saved two lives that night, because I was sure that I was going to have a head-on collision and I and the baby I carried would both die. Why did God work such a miracle for us? I'll only find out in heaven.
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There's more, but it isn't written yet.
