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Ok, I admit it, I was a doubting Thomas and even though I could hear God and He was giving me one beautiful prayer and statement after another, I still worried that I was just nuts. But each time I questioned my faith in what was happening, I said to myself, "Who else could have given me these statements? Who else could know this stuff?" "Tell all child, that God is charge of all above, below and in-between. None who see you can doubt Us in you. I place My own glow over your life of Earth." Well that pretty much did it for me. God made me repeat His words as He gave them to me. How can you doubt after God makes you swear an allegiance of faith in front of all Heaven. But to prove it to His doubting daughter, He gave me this little miracle to show me everything He gave me is true. "God it's in your hands. You are showing me that Jesus is truly the light of the world, and my little house." One day my sister-in-law called from the hospital, she had a large abscessed cyst and the doctors felt it was very deep and they were going to operate the next morning. She asked me to come to give her Reiki healing. Her daughter was there when I got to the hospital and I told her to put her hand on my hand and the other on her mother’s leg. I put one hand on her stomach where the cyst was, careful not to touch her. I could feel heat radiating up from the infection so I held my hand a half inch above. I stayed in that position for over a half hour waiting for guidance from Jesus. Then I saw a vision of my right hand on the bottom of her right foot, and my left hand still over her stomach. I don’t do much of this type of healing now; I am pretty busy with all the chores God gave me and I am waiting for what God promised will be a better way, and looking forward to seeing many people healed in one day. This is what God told me: “Bow to God, child of love, for I am blessing you now of all you need that will bring health back to those who have been harmed by Satan’s evil ways. “I of all Heaven and Earth, give My child her Hands of Christ that all she touch from this day forward on, be given health of Us on High. That all she know of Us, be given to those who come forth in hope of Us, and all is then done with My will sake given they who praises God. Child with Holy Hands, give Me your oath of Me that all will come gratefully of your being.” Then Jesus gave me these words to repeat to God in an oath. “God, Father and love to all who You created, I your humble child, undeserving of your goodness, offer you my oath by your Holy Name that any who come will be given your Holy Hands to heal. For only in You and with You are these hands able to give health.”
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.......................................................................................................................................................................................... When I got to my sisters apartment, I knew she would not ask for Christ, and she did not know God would allow a healing today. So I said to her, “Ask for Jesus.” I had been reminding her that she never asked for Him even though she read God’s instructions in His book. So when I suggested she ask, she knew she should ask now. When she finished, I asked Jesus where to place His hands on her. He told me to place them on her head, and then gave me a few words to repeat after Him. I am sorry but it is now weeks later as I write this and I can’t remember the words. She had been going through chemo and had finished radiation treatments and the side effects were taking there toll on her, she had very little energy and many areas of pain. The tumor that had been under radiation had shrunk 75% but was still there. That day she looked very bad when I got there and I was grateful God had given permission to help her. After we hugged and cried, she told me she didn’t know how she was even going to make it to the car that day, she had such little energy left. But now she said, I have more energy, I feel a lot better. She had been lying down in the car every time she went to the doctor and for treatment because of the pains, but that day on the way to the car she said, “I think I want to sit in the front seat.” I said, “Are you sure you feel up to it?” She said, “Yes, I feel pretty good right now.” The next day she called me and told me the tumor was draining a lot more than usual. She asked if this was part of God’s doing. I told her it was God draining it from her. In five days the draining slowed to very little. When I took her to the doctor the next time, the tumor was not large enough for the doctor to feel and he thought it was completely gone. The last scan test showed it very small. But her energy has picked up and her color improved greatly and even though her cancer is not gone completely, we have hope in the Lord. He seems to be healing her one step at a time. .......................................................................................................................................................................................... I have had problems with my low back for most of my life, and my spin is very crooked in that area which caused nerves to be pinched off, and so it affects my feet. When I started hearing God in 2006, He asked me not to see a doctor about this problem for reasons He gave me; and I agreed to His command of me. Since then the problems have worsen and the pains severe at times, they tend to slow me down and that does try my patience, but I do not let these pains stop me from doing anything God requires of me, nor do I let them keep me from helping my family. When we got back to my sisters apartment from the hospital and our few errands, we had a small dinner and then I sat in a recliner chair with my feet up and my sister sat on a cushion at my feet. She placed one hand on the top of each foot and said that it was the way she saw her hands in the vision. As she held her hands on my feet, God told me what to say to her; most of which I can’t remember. The most of what God said was about how important these feet would be to the world. My feet were throbbing and parts numb and all I could think as I repeated His words was that I could not imagine how I was going to do all the walking God was telling her that I would be doing. We both thought that God might heal me by her holding my feet that day. In fact we both hoped that He would. But God had something else in mind and the next statement He gave me to tell her was this: “Because of her pain, your pain will heal.” My sister looked up at me and said, “Does He mean my pain will heal because of the pain in your feet?” I said yes, that is what He means. My sister had been in pain since February that year after a surgery to de-bulk a large tumor and reconstruct her bowels. We had thought that once the tumor shrunk down to nearly nothing, that the pain would go away; but it had not and we asked the doctor to examine her to see if it could be a muscular tear or pull that was giving her pain. He said it felt like a hernia that happened during surgery. We were both surprised that while she held my feet God took that pain away from her. I said to her, I don’t mind being in pain if it means you will heal; at least there is a good reason for it. I stayed at her apartment only a short time more and then went home. A while later I called to see how she was and my mom told me that the pain had come back and she had taken a pain pill and went to bed. I couldn’t believe it, and was beside myself with doubts and grief that God would take back His miracle. That night I could not sleep, the vigil lights had no longer been staying on for days as they had for months and now this. I said to my husband, what could God be doing, I have never heard of a saint story where miracles had been reversed. I just don’t understand. He said to me, “Just have faith, it will be ok.” I said, “I do have faith, but I don’t understand this.” The next morning, my sister woke me with a phone call. She said she had been in a lot of pain the night before when I called and didn’t realize that the pain was coming from a different area and she thought it was gas bubbles. She told me that the pain God took was still gone and had not come back at all. As I was crying from the news and relief, I handed the phone to my husband and told her to tell him what she just told me. In tears I turned my head to the side and looked at my Blessed Mother statue. The vigil light that had gone out two days earlier was shining brightly as if I had just changed the battery in it. The joy at seeing that made my tears fall even harder as I said to my husband, “Look at the Blessed Mother.” He said, “I did” and a big smile crossed his lips as he listened to my sister tell her story. I said to him; go check the other vigil lights to see if they are lit bright like this one. He checked and only the one in front of Our Lady was shinning brightly. I told him, she must have had something to do with Jo’s healing and showing me through the vigil light that God’s miracles are not reversing. I no longer need the lights to stay on to believe, instead of letting them fade out to nothing over time, I keep new batteries in them to make them bright for Jesus and Mary all the time; and seeing that bright light reminds me of that morning and God’s promises to me. |
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August and September 2009 Let me first explain the Jesus pillow. Above you may have read about my Jesus statue, which I just love. Every time I pass by it in the hallway of my house, I touch it and ask Jesus to help me. One day, as I was touching the statue, God said to me, “Every time you touch Jesus, He touches you back.” I loved hearing that from God. Well, I have very bad pain in my feet from nerves in my back and some nights it is impossible to sleep from the pain. So one early morning about 6am, I was icing my back to try to get the pain under control. My husband got up and said to me, “Are you still up?” He was standing next the Jesus statue at the time, so I “said, “Yes, will you hand me the statue next I to you.” I put the statue next to my heart and began to say the Our Father for the evil angels giving me all the pain, to go back to the love of God. Within five minutes the pain was easing up, and I took the statue and went to bed holding it in my arms close to my heart. I fell asleep immediately. I took the statue to bed with me for two and weeks after that, and every time I did, the same thing again, with the same results. But, rolling over on that hard statue was not very comfortable, so I asked God if I could take a picture of it and transfer it onto a pillowcase. God told me that if I sell or give the pillowcases to others, that He would help them also. So I made one for myself, my husband and my mom and will soon be selling them for anyone who needs Jesus to hold onto. God also gave me a prayer to Jesus to say as you hold the pillowcase. Everything the doctors did to improve one area caused another area to have a reaction. Most of those reactions made her even worse than she already was. Talk about a woman who was going through the 'JOB' nightmare. The Jesus pillow was so good for her to hold onto when none of us could be at her side. It was such a comfort for her and for me because I felt Jesus was there with her to care for her. My mom offered all her suffering up for the poor souls in Purgatory, and one night she said to me, “I have been offering all this up, but God still is not healing me.” I put my hand on her head and told her, “Mom, it doesn’t work that way. God is going to take all He needs from you to free souls from Purgatory. When we offer God our help for them, we need to be willing to give all God is asking for.” I can tell you one thing; this experience has made me desire to completely leave my care in God’s hands. I would rather die in God’s hands than be tormented by doctors and nursing home personal that don’t care one way or the other if someone dies. You know the old story about having to keep unemotional about their patience’s because people die. I think they should treat people the way God would treat them, with love and mercy and caring if they die just as if this were their very own family member, because for God, it is a family member to them. Everyone I talk to tells me that when you have someone in a nursing home, you have to go everyday to make sure they are being taken care of properly. This really doesn’t make much sense to me at all. Why are they allowed to be in business as a care giver if no one thinks they actually give the proper care? In all my life, I have never seen my mom afraid, but those few days in ‘The Sanctuary at the Abby’ nursing home, in Warren, Michigan; I saw terrible fear on her face because she knew she was not being cared for and she would die from what was happening to her. She told me she saw other people being mistreated also and that she was afraid every time my sister and I tried to get them to help her, because she feared the personnel would treat her worse. She had been in two other nursing homes in her life and she never once said anything like that about the other two, so I knew she was truly frightened for her life this time. I was frightened for her life also and it turned out to be a righteous worry. God won’t let me sue the nursing home for what they did to her that my sister and I believe caused her death. But I wanted to tell all of you the name of this nursing home so that you don’t take your loved ones there also. God told me I had to forgive those who did this to my mom. So I do forgive them, but I will never suggest anyone go there and I hope God finds a way to close them down. I do know that they are in for some really bad Karma for all that they put us through and all they put others through. On September 25, 2009, I got to the hospital and my mom was on a breathing apparatus and she looked frightened and very bad. The day before when the ambulance took her to the hospital, she was too ill to remember her Jesus pillow. So when I got to the hospital, I told her, “Don’t worry, I am here and I brought Jesus with me. I put the pillow under her head and placed my hands on her forehead and heart. She could hardly breathe and I immediately asked God what was happening to her because the night before I was with her for four hours and she was doing very well. God told me He was taking my mom home. I called the family and I said the Divine Mercy Chaplet at her bedside and at the same time, my husband and sister-in-law were saying the Chaplet for her from where they were. At the end of the Chaplet, without thinking, I said to Jesus, "Jesus, I give you my mommy." I think of that now and it amazed me that I have become so close to Jesus that I knew He was there with me and I had no doubts that Jesus would bring her to Heaven. My sister and I were holding her hands when she passed as she slept deeply. Not everyone I place my hand on heals, but every time someone is healed even a little, to take them out of pain, it is so wonderful to see their faces and hear them praise the Lord for even small miracles. And I get to be there to see these happen. I am so blessed to know God and Jesus and the Holy Spirit, and be a servant to them. I am looking forward to many more events of love from my Heavenly 3. |
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....................................................................................................................................................................................................... I have had an injection in the root of one of my bottom teeth for several months. I took 3 courses of antibiotic and still the infection continued. My dentist wanted to pull the tooth, but it is one that is seen when I smile and talk, so I did not want it pulled. I knew I would not be able to pay the bills for a bridge to be put in, (I am poor right now, I have not been able to work for years due to my health and my husband just lost his job.) and so would not let the dentist pull the tooth. It continued to get worse and I prayed for God to heal it and my husband prayed 3 times a day for it also.
Last night, I ask God again to heal the tooth. He told me to go and brush my teeth again and to go to the kitchen, get a piece of bread and dip it in wine, and then put the piece of bread on the tooth for 5 minutes. After 5 minutes to spit the bread out and brush my teeth again, and He said, He would do the rest. I did exactly what God told me to do.
This morning, the gum around the tooth that had been filling each day with infection was swollen, and I said to God, should I go drain it as I have been doing. He said; it is not needed. I said; it’s still swollen? And God said, go and look at it. I went into my bedroom and looked into the mirror at the tooth and gum as I pushed on the gum the way I had been doing to release the infection. But nothing came out around the gum line as had been happening.
I knelt on the floor and thanked God for healing it. Then, because I am such a Doubting Thomas, I said to God, maybe I just didn't press hard enough to make it come out. God said to me, go look again. I did, and I press very hard more than once. Still no infection coming out. Praise God for healing me.
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