I was on my way to work, stopping as usual in a nearby Target parking lot, to read my Bible and pray. I was desperate, in need of help, so I prayed and asked God for a miracle.
Approximately, six hours later that same day, on my lunch hour, I went to get my nails done. When I arrived, I went in and sat down at the technician’s table. I gave the technician my hands, leaned back in my chair, and closed my eyes: I was extremely, tired. It was then I had a vision: it was exactly like being in a movie theater. The first thing that I saw was a large ball: it was amazingly beautiful! It was comprised of Billions of glittering, multi-colored, particles; moving around, slowly.
When I realized what I was witnessing, I thought to myself, “I don’t have this kind of imagination!” and the ball turned into a star. It was amazingly beautiful! Again, it was comprised of Billions of glittering, multi-colored, particles; moving around, slowly.
As I was looking at the star, suddenly, out of the star, burst an Angel. She had short blonde hair and she was wearing a light blue gown and dark blue robe. I was astonished! She looked right into my eyes and she was smiling at me. Her smile radiated love and compassion both of which, I have never seen painted, on TV, nor have I seen it on any human face. I have never seen a smile like that in my entire life. Stunned, I opened my eyes, and I shut them again, quickly, but the Angel was gone.
GOD DID INDEED COMFORT ME! He did not take away my dire situations; but He gave me an amazing gift of which, I will never forget! That wonderful gift gave me the strength to press on through the storms in my life.
Dear heavenly Father, I pray for all those who have read this blog, and they’re in the middle of a raging storm. Please make a way for them where there seems to be no way. Calm their worries and fears; comfort them. Place Your hand upon them and guide them on their earthly journey. Strengthen their faith, so much that will exude confidence in You, Father. In Jesus’ name, I pray. Amen.
In † Christian Love, Susan Osten