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About James
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| | James was killed in a car accident at the age of thirty-two. Shortly before his death his mother, Maggie had a dream about him. In the dream, James was walking with his dad, when some fellows came up and bashed him across the back of the legs with a steel bar. He fell to his knees, but after a few minutes, his father helped him up and he managed to walk again. The dream continued and within days James was admitted to a hospital, where he died of his injuries. The dream continued to a funeral scene.
| | When Maggie woke up she was shaken and unable to fall back to sleep. She spoke with her husband and friends about the dream and often as she would close her eyes she would once more experience the grief.
| | Some time later Maggie's son James was in a car accident. He died four or five hours later. The police told the family that James had head and internal injuries but what really shocked Maggie was the coroner's report which stated that both his legs were severely smashed and broken.
| | Friends and family who had heard of the dream and then the reality suggested to Maggie that the dream came to prepare her for the actual event, to soften the blow and to open up her emotions. Maggie says, "I feel as if the spirit world knew he was joining them and sent the dream to prepare me. I have since found out that it has also been known for other parents to have similar experiences."
| | Maggie and her family have been fortunate to also experience several After-Death-Communications from James.
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| | Now I'm Found
| | The first took place a couple of hours after James passed over. The police had gone from our home and they had arranged for Mil and I to fly up to the town where the accident occurred. It was round 3:00am and I thought I was going to try to get an hour's sleep before we had to leave at 5:00 that morning. As I tried to set my alarm clock, I was pushing the button across when the radio went on and the first words I heard were, "I once was lost, but now I'm found." I couldn't believe it! I didn't tune in to any other part of the song "Amazing Grace." Just those words. All I could think was 'yes, my darling, you certainly ARE!' And of course I did not sleep. Beside my grief I kept thinking "he is so clever to do that for me, and SO soon!"
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| | Just a few weeks later, Tina (James' ex-wife) lost a favorite necklace which was the last thing he ever gave her. It was on her neck one night when she went to sleep, but gone the next morning. She and the girls searched the house for three days. Then Nikki (James' daughter) just walked in one day and said, "Here 'ya go mommy, Daddy found it" and handed Tina the necklace! We don't know where she found it. She could barely talk much back then.
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| | On New Years Day 1999, Tina had been out and came home around 1:30 pm. Nikki woke up and came out to her mom, and climbed up in her lap. Then she started pointing to the ceiling and saying "Daddy up there, mommy." Tina kept telling her "No, daddy is over there" as she pointed to a place on the wall where several pictures of James were hanging. No. Nikki was adamant that daddy was "UP there." Then suddenly she drew up her little knees and started wriggling and giggling. She said, "Daddy ticklin' me mommy, he kiddin' me." All Tina could think was "WOW!" She felt very nervous. Then just as suddenly Nikki relaxed, lay back in her mom's arms and told Tina, "Daddy gone now, mommy, he run away!"
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Protective Bubble
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| | It seemed as though it was raining leaves as much as rain on that wet night in October. Mother stopped her little Subaru at a stop sign and was having difficulty seeing, so she moved over to the passenger side of the car to check for traffic. That's when she was hit.
| | Another car, driven by a woman with two children, attempted to stop. The brakes on her car failed. She piled into mother and collided with the little Subaru with a horrendous impact. No one should have survived that crash. The seat mother was in was forced completely over to the other side of the car and so was mother.
| | Mom had no injuries other than a piece of glass under her fingernail. She didn't even snag her nylons. I think this is incredible! Mom said it was like a bubble surrounded her. A bubble provided by an angel? Only God can answer that.
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| Baseball Player Leaves Game Early
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The Importance of Prayer
by Ellie |
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| | A few years ago I was recording stories for the book, "A Little door, A Little Light." Throughout this project, I knew that God, my Heavenly Father, was orchestrating many things to happen. I made it a habit to pray each time before I arrived at the home of someone to record his or her story.
| | I was gathering sensitive material. These were personal true stories about encounters with angels, or Near Death Experiences, or stories that indicated the power of prayer, or After Death Communications. These were stories not usually spoken of outside of family circles yet they were glorious and they well demonstrated that there was indeed life after death.
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One day I went to a school teacher's home to record her story. That particular day I was so rushed. I just seemed too busy and I missed saying a prayer.
| | When I got in her home and had the tape recorder all ready for us to start and I thought we were all ready to record I looked up at her and she sat back, in a closed communication manner. Her arms were folded and she did not smile as if she was very suspicious of me. "Okay" she said. "What exactly do you plan on doing with this story?"
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I could see that she was not open to talking about spiritual stuff. The story she had shared with me on the phone was now being withheld. This was strange because we had spoken ahead of time by phone and I had already told her that her story would be going into a book. This book would surely help ease the pain for those people who were grieving for a loved one. She had agreed to let me record her story. In fact, she had already told me her story by telephone. I was there now to get if officially without mistakes. Yet now suddenly she was not at all open to talking. It was like a communication door was closed. What was going on?
| | It hit me like a brick! I realized then that I should have prayed. I felt sick and unsure how to proceed I felt so ashamed of myself. I recognize now that my Heavenly Father was likely reminding me just whose project this was. We were a team and he was the KEY LEADER. I was but a laborer. I searched my mind for what to do.
| | I decided to tell this lady about my own personal story. I began talking about my son, Jason. I spoke of his life, those 17 wonderful years. Then I spoke of his death in 1989. I talked to her about the day in the church, three months after Jason's death, when Jason returned to speak to me. I began to relive the very event. At that point I broke down in front of the lady. My voice shook and sobs racked my body as I relived that time in the church when God sent Jason to comfort me. I remembered my son's words. "You have not lost me, mom. I am still here." I tried to continue talking to this lady but I was so emotionally overwhelmed, I was doing more sobbing than talking.
| | The lady reached across to me to console me. With a gentle touch she placed her hand on my wrist and hand. I knew with a part of me then that the spirit had returned to be with us in that room, but still the emotional side of me took minutes to get under control and the woman continued to comfort me. It was as though now we shared something and we could proceed. In opening up to her, I made myself vulnerable and humble. She, in turn, softened and opened up to me. I learned a valuable lesson that day. I have always known that there is power in prayer and that day it was demonstrated to me.
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| | Ellie Braun-Haley
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| | The book that Ellie was recording stories for that day is "A Little Door, A Little Light." It was published in October of 1999 and is now available through Eagle Creek Publishers.
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Roses From Heaven
by Becky |
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| | My brother, Mike, was murdered January 11, 1998. The funeral was here in south Arkansas while his daughter lives in south Louisiana. When Ericka left to return home, I sent many plants with her from the service. She was particularly interested in having a gardenia because they were Mike's favorite.
| | Mike's little granddaughter Danica was just three years old at the time of his death. With child-like innocence, Danica asked many questions regarding her Papa Mike's death. She was told that he was now in heaven, which satisfied her. She enjoyed helping her mom tend to the plants and particularly enjoyed watching the gardenia flourish when they planted it in their yard.
| | When the gardenia bloomed that spring, Danica was overjoyed and insisted that the lovely, fragrant blossoms were roses. She was pleased to take a bouquet of the gardenias to her nursery school teacher one morning.
| | That afternoon the teacher told Ericka that she had to share the precious thing that Danica had told her about the flowers. When the teacher thanked Danica and asked her where she had gotten the beautiful gardenias, Danica said, "They're from my Papa Mike. He sends me roses from heaven."
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Now, I know I'm a bit prejudiced, but that was just about the sweetest thing I'd ever heard. I have eleven gardenias in my yard at present and they will forever remind me of my dear brother now. I like to think that he does send us roses from heaven as they bloom.
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Funny Kids
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Cat Heaven
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| | Tabby, the resident mother cat, had a litter of several kittens in the shed. They were sickly, and did not live very long. One of the kittens wandered into the driveway and died there. Sarah, 5, and Ben, 4, found it, took it to the large trash box at the end of the trailer and put the kitten in the box. Virginia overheard Ben ask Sarah if they should pray for the kitten. Sarah said yes and prayed, "Dear God, this kitten was so small, I know you have room for it in heaven. Please take good care of it. Amen."
| | Story by Virginia Alldredge of Grand Marsh, Wis.
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What's In a Name
| | Anna brought home a school project featuring three men and an angel in a "furnace." She told her little sister Kelly, 3, all about it. Later Kelly picked up the picture and told her mother, "This is Rack, Shack and To Bed You Go!"
| | Story from Debbi Armstrong of Orlando, Fla.
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| | Judy worked at a large Protestant church. The minister, who wore a clerical collar, called on one of the families that had been attending the church. The kindergartner answered the door. When he saw who was there, he ran to his mother saying, "Mommy, come quick. God's here!"
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A very special lady, Susan, has daily shared uplifting stories with readers. Recently Susan has had to take a break from this. She is moving and she needs to spend time with her sister Angel. We at "Angels on Earth" salute the generosity and goodness of Susan Fahncke and ask you to take time out to pray for Angel who has cancer.
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| | It is difficult to be separated from those we love. Our children go off to university, or they marry and move longs distances from us. Sometimes they die.
Other parents talk about their children, how their grades are, where they are studying, what achievements they have made. When a child dies, the need to continue talking about this child continues, just as the love continues. Many parents have found comfort in designing a special web page in memory of their child. These are locations that we can go to visit and meet, through picture, verse and story, these children. If you would like to mention the memorial site URL for your child please send it to us and it will be included in this location.
Also provide for us the name of the child and some detail.
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| | Jason Braun had a keen sense of humor and he was an honorable young man. He was killed July 30 of 1989. Please come by and visit this athlete, my son.
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my research for the book, "A Little Door, A Little Light." Later
Michael shared this story with me.
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| THE WARM WOOLEN SOCKS
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| | My dad was 87 when he passed on after a long fight with
cancer. I was prepared, I thought, because during the time
of his illness, we had a chance to talk about death and
what was in store when we go to the light. I have studied
religion, theology and mythology for over 40 years. We
talked about what Jesus said that his father had many
mansions and that he went before us to prepare a place for
us.
| | I was at his bed side with my dad before he passed and he
described on two occasions that there were "people"
waiting for him and that they had set a table of food for him
and he was ready to go. In another instant there WAS
another group of four that WAS waiting for him when he
was ready. So dad was quite content when he passed on
and you are right (speaking to Ellie) when you described
the body having no life at the instant of death because that's
what I felt. I knew he had gone to the light as he told me he
would.
| | Mom and I went shopping for some socks and a hat the
day after he passed and mom had told me that we had to
buy him some warm socks because his feet were always
so cold. Well we shopped and bought him a pair of warm
white wool socks, the kind he used to wear when he went
ice fishing. We collected all the items and took them over to
the funeral parlor and went home. The next night, which
was the third night after he died, he came to me in a dream.
| | In this dream we were in a department store shopping for
clothing for a fishing trip. It seemed like both of us were
going on the trip. The last item we bought was a pair of
warm white woolen socks. He smiled at me and said they
would be very warm. At this point he turned and opened a
door in a window wall walked through, turned and
motioned to me that he was going to be fine and that he
was going alone. I watched as he walked away. He
seemed to walk into a light and was gone. I thought that
this dream was a message from him to me to assure me
he was fine.
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me about my own thoughts on After Death
Communications. Michael knew that I had already had
some experiences in this area. He also knew that in the
beginning I was hesitant and sometimes even afraid to
speak about the personal things that had taken place in my
life. I had been afraid that people would think I was a nut
case. I knew that it was important for others to hear about
these events and I knew God wanted me to do this, to
come forward and speak up. It took me a long time to get
the courage. In sharing his own story, Michael wanted to tell
me that he also feels it is important that I continue to
present the lectures on my research and that I WAS TO give
my own personal experiences TO OTHERS. He said, "You
mentioned that you thought people would perceive you as
crazy when you talked about the experiences you had and
the messages you got from Jason (Ellie's son). Those of
us who have had these experiences know that when you
speak you are so close to the truth. I am glad there is some
one like you that can write about this so people can hear
about things like this to feel comfortable about themselves
when they have the same experiences."
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by Robin |
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| | Three years ago, our family moved to a new city (Charlotte,
NC). We all left our very special friends of many years, but
our two daughters, ages 2 and 5, were especially lonely for
their little friends. And since we were living in temporary
corporate housing, their play yard and swing set of our
home before was now a cement parking lot that they were
not allowed to go near.
| | One evening, we sat down to eat dinner at the kitchen table,
which was situated right in front of a large picture window
and gave us a wonderful view of the sunset. Once seated,
our oldest daughter said the blessing, during which she
prayed for a new friend. The moment we opened our eyes,
all four of us facing out the window, we saw a mother
walking along with her two little girls, the oldest riding a
bicycle identical to the one belonging to our oldest
daughter! The girls were so excited, we barely could finish
our meal so that we could run out and introduce ourselves!
When we did we learned that this family, too, had just
moved here, and that the two girls were exactly the same
age as our two, and that they were in the apartment directly
across from us!
| | How precious it was for our children to experience such a
quick answer to their prayers, and what a sweet reminder
to me and my husband of the child-like faith our Heavenly
Father wants us to have.
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| | I went home to Ohio for a friend's birthday. I stopped to see
my God-daughter, who's seventeen. Her mother gave me a
note that said she had left because she needed a couple
days away. She had just walked away from the house
without telling anyone where she would be or anything. She
has been giving her mother a hard time for months and her
mom is at her wit's end. She had decided to let her
emancipate herself so she could just leave. I was so upset
with my Godchild that I went to her job to see her but she
had called off, so we truly had no idea where this girl was.
| | Earlier that evening I had to do a show that almost ended
up being a Women's Christian study as the ladies there
were members of our church. One of the women was
talking about how we generalize our prayers when we ask
God to bless us instead of telling him exactly how we want
to be blessed. Well, as I was driving back to my friend's
home, I remembered her words and began to pray. I asked
God to send my God-daughter home this night. I also
asked God take the bad influence of the young lady she
may have been with, away. I said, "please let her not be
happy where she is and make her come home and sleep
in her own house." Then I thanked him. Later I told her
mom that I had prayed.
| | The next morning her mom called me and asked if I seen
her daughter when I left her house that previous night. I
hadn't and I asked why. My friend said she had left the
house and when she returned, her daughter was there.
She asked why she came back. The response was, that
she didn't really know but all of a sudden she just wanted to
be home, so she came back. I told her mom that God sent
her home because that was what I had asked. I believe that
with my whole heart.
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a husband, two children of my own and a wonderful life
traveling the US with the Coast Guard.
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THE FUNNY THINGS KIDS SAY
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| | On the way home from church the children were thrilled to
see that it had started snowing. They had hoped for a white
Christmas, but hadn't had one. Shannon, 7, piped up: "God
did this on purpose, He was waiting for the new year to
throw confetti!"
| | From Shannon's mother Laurie Murphy of Bend, OR.
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| | JESUS IS EVERYWHERE
| | Erica had spent several days teaching Ashli, 2, that Jesus
lives in her heart. She would ask the question, "Where
does Jesus live?" then point to Ashli's heart and say, "He
lives right in there." One day Erica posed the question and
Ashli proudly placed her hand on her chest and said, "In my
shirt."
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| | THE PATIENCE OF JACOB
| | Jacob, 3, is the light of his mother's life. But he can be trying
at times. They go through days when he has a million
things on his little mind and all the questions to go with
those thoughts. When she sometimes feels like she just
can't answer one more question Teresa will say, "Jacob,
Mommy just doesn't have the patience right now." And he
comes to her with his arms out-stretched and says,
"Mommy, I've got some patience for you!" Then he gives her
the best hug, and all the tension goes away.
| | Contributed by Teresa Puhlman of Gloucester, Va.
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ME A JUDGE?
by Mark |
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God is a very loving Father. As that loving Father,
sometimes He must reprimand His children.
| | As a parent myself, I know that when we scold our children
it is not because we hate them. It is because we love them
and want them to learn from their mistakes. It is our hope
that they will take the punishment with the understanding
that it is given in love. As a parent, I never want to scold my
children. I wish that they were perfect. The reality is that they
are just like I was when I was younger. I made mistakes.
Sometimes I even got caught and got in trouble. I was not
mad that I got in trouble. I was upset that I had to pay for my
mistake. Now that I am older, I have a problem accepting
the fact that I am wrong about something. I don't like to
admit that I have been wrong.
| | In my profession as a machinist, there is not much margin
for error. I have to think each situation through before I do
something or else I can ruin material, or someone might
get hurt. I believe that I am a very rational thinking person. I
cannot afford to make mistakes. When I do make one, it
hurts, and bothers me quite a bit. More important than
bothering me, is the fact that I have a problem admitting
that I am wrong.
| | At work is one thing, but on a personal level is another. I
have always considered myself a fairly good judge of
character. I have always been able to tell from the first
minute or two what kind of person someone is. I have tried
to use this gift to the benefit of myself and my family. It
helps keep someone from getting into trouble at times. I
am not perfect at this, but many times it has proven to be a
lifesaver. As with anything that we are given, we have the
ability to abuse it. When we reach a point that we are
abusing something, or our thinking is wrong, we need to be
put in our place.
| | When you ask God to help you, and you invite Him inside to
break you, be prepared to be broken. For a long time my
wife has told me that I was a very judgmental person. I
disagreed with her. I was not judgmental, I was just using
the gift of discernment! I had been praying that God break
me of any problems that I have. Wanting to be a faithful
servant of God, I need to clean up any problem areas that I
have. Asking to be broken is a strong request. God
answered me on a Sunday morning.
| | This Sunday morning worship service was going smoothly.
We had just sang the Gloria Patri when this man
interrupted the service, asking if he could have the floor
instead of singing the upcoming hymn? The minister,
looking a little befuddled and said ok. The man walked
down the isle and turned around and told everyone they
could sit down. This man said that he really liked Billy
Graham, and the Bible says that Jesus said "Any one of you
who confesses me before men, I will confess him before
my Father in Heaven. He went on to tell a story about when
he was in World War II. How in the middle of a hurricane,
he had accepted Jesus as his Lord and Savior. As he told
the story he became visibly upset. He reached a point that
he had to stop. He paused for a moment. He restarted and
said that King David said it in Psalms. Then he recited the
23rd Psalm verbatim. Sobbing, he returned to his seat, with
the congregation applauding.
| | This might not sound like something that would break
someone, but it did me. That testimonial came from a man
that I have never heard say the name of Jesus before. I had
made up my mind about this man a long time ago. Sure he
attended church, but was he a real Christian? I had made a
judgment about him and others based on a few visible
facts. Had I talked to this man about his faith? No! Had I
done much other than be judgmental about this man? No!
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As this man gave his testimony, I sat with tears in my eyes.
Partially because I knew that this man WAS saved, and
partially because I realized how judgmental of a person I
really was. The truth was being delivered and I was now
responsible for that truth. To be a servant of God, it was
now up to me to change the way I think about others. To
this man, and all of the people that I know, please accept
my deepest apology. My thinking has been wrong for a long
time. My opinion of this man has changed dramatically.
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Almost in an instant I changed the way I view others. It is
not for me to look at someone and think Heaven or Hell? I
know that it will not be easy do be nonjudgmental all the
time. It will be a struggle for me, but with the help of God I
can, and will do it.
| | God does help when you ask him to. We need to be careful
when we ask for something. Asking God to break you, is
like asking for patience. You should be ready to be broken
before you ask to be broken. Do not take this lightly. Being
broken is not an easy thing. There is pain involved, and it
hurts to come face to face with yourself. Facing your inner
self and all of its problems takes courage, and a desire to
correct the problems.
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I did not know exactly what problems that God would see
and break me of when I ask. God knows what we need and
how we need it. So to this man, I thank you for standing up
and telling the people that Jesus is your Lord and Savior.
You were a blessing, I suspect to many. God Bless All.
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Mark---aka---Frons
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