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The purpose of this page is to introduce you to my books Angels Walk With Me and a Walk in Heaven. These books will inspire you and bless you as they already have thousands around the world. Follow the links to read inspiring excerpts. Both books are available in perfect bound paperback and e-book downloads and CDs.
Angels Walk With Me A miraculous, uplifting, true story of one woman’s struggle from child abuse, street life, alcoholism
and mental institution to a glorious encounter with God, followed by a powerful ministry,
blessing lives all across America. The miracles and signs are told in such a way as to
bring the reader into the very heart of these phenomenal happenings. Her personal
encounters with Angels, the real and intimate Voice of God and her victories in spite of
overwhelming odds will truly inspire you to look upward for hope, faith and peace in this
present world.
a Walk in
Heaven Caught up in a beam of light into the very portals of heaven, guided by an angel on a
glorious journey through streets of gold, spectacular mansions and glorious sights.Meeting
with believers who have gone on before, hearing their moving testimonies of faith, what
they might have said in their last moments on earth and what they felt as they crossed
over into the eternities. You will meet the one who carried the cross of Jesus, and the
one who nailed Him to that cross. Laughing and smiling with the angel, stopping at the
River of Life feeling as if you too were drinking water from the everlasting fountain and
learning words of comfort and hope, you will truly be inspired to finish your earthly
journey and walk on streets of gold through everlasting glories of Heaven.
Author e-mail: angela@angelswalkwithme.com
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"The Beginning" An excerpt from "Angels Walk With Me"
Soon the bus stopped again in the middle of nowhere and he stood up as if to get off. Everyone else on the bus appeared to be either asleep or unaware of the whole thing. But, at that moment, I felt a hand at the base of my neck, forcing my head up and suddenly, I was looking into a face that shined brighter than the noon day sun. A face completely void of lines and wrinkles that so characterize the faces of men, as the result of burdens, worries and hardships of life here on earth.
It was impossible to tell His age. There was not even a sign of aging. For aging came into this world when Adam sinned and there is no sin in heaven. His face was all glory and joy, and as I fixed my eyes upon that face, that same joy seemed to penetrate into my very being like liquid fire, burning away all sadness and gloom.
Then, he smiled! Oh for just one glimpse of such a smile from heaven. Truly eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, nor has it even began to enter into our earthly hearts all that God has prepared for us in heaven.
No words can describe that smile for it came from the very throne room of glory. And the expression oh his face clearly said without any words, "Everything is going to be alright, I am going to bless you." Then he walked toward the front of the bus, and when the driver opened the door he seemed to fade away, and the bus started up again as if the whole thing never happened. But when God says He's going to bless you, dear reader, He's going to bless you, and nothing this side of Heavens glory can stop it!
As daylight approached, and with the glory of that wonderful experience still lingering, my mind started to trace back over the years to the beginning, when Gods hand first touched me.
(1947, Eugene, Oregon two years old)
How can you understand someone except you've walked in their shoes? Can you understand a timid, scared two year old, hugging a dirty blanket and peering out from under an old bed into a cramped room? I could hear the crackling of smoking kindling in a wood stove only six feet from where I lay. Pieces of wood shavings mixed with dirt and dust covered the torn linoleum. My baby brother Ben, slept within arms length of me on a soiled blanket, his scrawny eleven month old body was deathly still.
Voices drifted from the small cluttered kitchen, then moved slowly toward me. A light flickered and I shuddered. Fearing everything, I quickly ducked back under the security of the bed.
"If that sh__ (referring to me) and that bast___ (referring to Ben) mess with my things again, I'll ..," Hiiee slammed her purse on the table and scowled. "I can't keep anything around those brats," she said, glancing around to see if we were within slapping range.
Even though sound asleep Ben seemed to sense what was coming, and he suddenly awoke and crawled into the corner behind mothers bed.
Then another boy, who from all appearance was from a complete opposite scene, came out of Hiee’s room wearing crispy new clothes from Sears and Roebuck. Though only a year and half older than me, he seemed much taller as he stood there clutching a shiny red truck. Glancing over at him, Hiee’s expression quickly softened. The cruel hatred she had for Ben and me, wasn't there for my older half brother.
She despised my father and seemed to enjoy the fact that Gene's father was some man in an army uniform. Although she wasn't sure which one, she spun her own stories, making him out to be a hero and horribly degrading Ben and I.
Completely unaware of the cruel sufferings of his younger siblings, Gene continued to stand there, carefully examining his truck with a happy look on his face. He was distant and untouchable and I dare not get too close, lest I feel the cruel sting of Hiee’s heavy hand come down on my head or back.
(1948, three years old)
It was late morning, and steady rain pattered against the dirty window sills as I watched mother sitting at the table splashing another coat of bright red to her manicured hands. I was fascinated with her bleached hair that seemed to glitter so bright in spite of the dimly lit kitchen.
I was only three but something deep inside me silently cried," Do you love me, mommy?"
But staring out the small window, outlined with dirt stained worn wood, mother's thoughts were far away from that cramped four room house that was so void of happiness and peace.
I too strained to see out, and it seemed a ray of light peeked out of the darkened sky and squeezed past the dusty window, beaming down on me. With child like hope I reached out my hand in vain to catch some of it.
Just then Ben, who was now two, began to cry. He wasn't yet old enough to know what the consequences would be, and without warning Hiiee reached over and slapped him. I winced at the sound of her hand on his head and tried to stay hid behind the stove. Instantly Ben began to scream loudly. I pleadingly glanced over at mother but she went right on with her finger nails, unaware of it all.
Shadows were beginning to form in the late afternoon and my stomach told me I was hungry, but daring not to utter a word, I kept quiet. A big, angry hand, often laying blows to my head and back had taught me never to plead with my mouth, but my eyes would silently plead as do the eyes of so many hurting children who live in a harsh, cold world where people, preoccupied with their own burdens, will not hear.
The world was my enemy, and I believed it to be so, for I was told repeatedly that it was. I could hear the repetitions of Grandma Hiiee, "Your just no good, a good for nothing wretch." But the God who created me, no matter what anyone else thought of me, loved me as much as He loved the most beautiful child ever born.
Dirt and soot clogged my mouth and nose as I huddled under the bed as far against the wall as I could. I had to go to the bathroom but was too scared to come out. Looking up at broken springs in the bottom of the bed, I was fully aware that this was my only refuge. This, and withdrawing into my own mind. The latter becoming so much a part of me that for years to come, I would greatly struggle to overcome it.
Finally I couldn't hold it anymore and soon a chill shook my body as I lay on the cold floor in wet clothes. But no one would care as long as I stayed out of the way. A long time seemed to pass and, though hungry, damp and cold, I fell into a fitful sleep.
I was crying uncontrollably and the more I cried, the more Hiiee hit me. After hitting me again and again I fell to the floor. Stumbling over trash on the floor, she looked at Ben and swore, "D___ you." His little body shook with fear as she raised her hand to hit him, and he scrambled as fast as he could to the corner behind the stove.
Her frustration mounted as she again turned toward me, and soon a blow to the back of my head numbed me. It appeared to be from a distance now that I watched her face, twisted and distorted come at me again. I could sense the hate, but how could I possibly understand it? Can a child understand when adults do not even understand why they hate?
Hearing a knock at the door, and fearing the visitor would hear my screams, Hiiee grabbed my neck with one hand and with the other covered my mouth and nose while mother stood at the door talking with a man. Time stood still at that moment! My chest felt like it was caving in and I could no longer breathe as mother continued talking with him. She didn't hate me, she just seemed to live in her own world.
"Please help me," my mind cried out as the room blackened and I became limp. Then suddenly, a strong unseen Hand took hold of the door, and quickly closed it, causing Hiiee to release her hold on my mouth. Air rapidly filled my lungs again. But, it would be weeks before I could move my jaw without much pain and even today, I am left with a reminder.
"Don't let them in," Grandma Hiiee shouted in a fearful voice as mother peeked out the door at two friendly looking ladies. "They're holy rollers. Once you let them in, you can never get rid of them. They just go on and on about their religion and hell." "Oh, horses a__ anyway," she added, and then the door shut as if to shut out God.
Truly that day, even as the famous painting portrays Jesus knocking at a wooden door in loving hope that someone inside will open, the Savior stood knocking at our door. He wanted so much to come in and "set at liberty them that are bruised, and preach deliverance to the captives and to heal the broken in heart." But, His Spirit is gentle. He will not force His way into an unwilling heart.
"Come back," a soul cried in the distance, but it was too late, I could hear their feet on the gravel road as they slowly trod away and up to the main street never to return again.
"Oh Jerusalem, Jerusalem how often would I have gathered thy children together even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings, and ye would not." Matthew 23:37. These words Jesus so cried out, weeping with deep sorrow as He looked down upon Jerusalem from the mount of olives.
(1950, five years old)
I'll never forget the day Hiiee came home from my great gramma Mary's funeral. It seemed I had waited all winter for it to snow and that day big flakes fell on dirty sidewalks where children played, pounding each other with snowballs. I stood at the window, with my face pressed firmly against the glass, watching with envy.
"Hiiee will be home soon," mother said, putting on more lipstick and smacking her lips in the mirror. She was restless, desperately reaching in vain to fill the unhappy void, and was anxious to go again where bright lights and men were.
Trembling when I heard the key turn in the lock, I stumbled backwards, tripping over the wood box and bumping my arm on the hot stove. I winced in pain but kept quiet as I saw Hiee opening the door. Swearing and muttering under her breath she seemed to be the same old Hiee.
But, then I saw big haunting eyes, red and swollen, staring back at me. Wearily she took a seat at the table, and slowly looked at mother.
"Do you think Grandma Mary went to heaven?" she then asked with teary eyes.
The longest silence followed. Finally, mother, with her voice quivering answered with a feeble, "Yes." Then, hesitating, as if a door to her heart opened for a brief moment, and closed again, she added, "Yes of course!" and abruptly got up and walked away.
Soon, all was forgotten. But, I could not forget. It was the first time I'd heard the word "heaven" and it rang deep in my soul. This house was all I'd ever known before. How could I possibly even imagine a place filled with unspeakable beauty that I'd never ever seen? Yet a child can often see when adults do not.
Closing my eyes I could clearly see a lush green meadow filled with big yellow daffodils. The sun shone very bright but didn't hurt my eyes. Three full rainbows with their seven distinct colors shone over the landscape. For a brief moment I was neither hungry nor thirsty and felt overwhelmingly happy and peaceful, for I was someplace else, far away from this house of sorrow and sadness.
Then a gentle loving Voice said to me, "Some day I will take you to this place and you will never know sorrow again."
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"The Darkest Hour" An excerpt from "Angels Walk With Me"
(January 1964, Reno, Nev. eighteen years old)
A steel door slammed shut locking me in a padded cell again. All too aware that I would face the morning cold sober, I pounded on the door until my hands bled, but no one heard me. No one that is, but God. For even though the light that shone in my soul years before at that altar had long since gone out, He was even here in this cold dark cell.
When they led me the next day before a board of men and women, my mind would not function. "What is your name?" a voice asked.
Cold sober and shaking badly, voices blurred together and became like spiders climbing the walls, coming at me. Their legs grew more faces and they were all hideously laughing at me. "Stop it!" I shouted, covering my ears, "Stop it!" But, they would not. Screaming, and begging them to stop, I fell into a heap on the floor.
Two days later sitting in the back seat of a state car with my hands cuffed behind me, I couldn't fully comprehend that I was on my way to the State Mental Hospital in Sparks, Nevada. The hospital was only twenty miles from where the Police had often picked me up as I staggered drunkenly on the streets of Reno. Yet it was an eternity for an eighteen year old who had reached the bottom and beyond. A horrible fear that this was the end of the line forever came over me. Yet Jesus had His wonderful hand upon me and nothing is beyond hope with Him.
It was the sixteenth of January, and Christmas decorations still hung in the streets. Outside the car window, fresh snow fell, partially covering dirty slush on the sidewalk. Passing by a store, a stuffed Santa Claus still sat in the window, as if mocking children whom he did not visit. It was a lingering reminder of a very happy time for some and a cruel and deeply sad time for others.
But Christmas had passed, and the dark month of January left many even more depressed. And spring could not come without finding some in a cold grave, their spirits too crushed to live as the long loneliness of winter, adding to their many disappointments of the holidays, took it's toll on their weak spirits.
(Oh God, come near and let your saving grace be known to them. Father of the fatherless, husband to the widows, put your loving arms around them and heal their hurts and stay their tears)
Corrie Ten Boome, after surviving a terrible concentration camp, said, "There is no prison so strong that God is not stronger and no hate so deep that God is not deeper still."
The driver of the car looked back at me with pity as we neared the opening to several long, rundown, faded white buildings that looked like death itself. But, what could she possibly know of my pain? After her days work was over, she would go home to a nice home and family surrounded by warmth and laughter. We were in two different worlds. And no one could be in my world but me.
No amount of words can tell of the overpowering feeling of finality and hopelessness as a heavy steel door clanged shut, leaving me alone in a small, dark cell. I sobbed hysterically, and cried over and over, "I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy."
Finally, after a long time, I could cry no more and submitting to the surrounding darkness as it reached out and engulfed me, I slumped to the floor in a lifeless stupor. I was drowning beneath deep waters and who would help me? Reality faded into the background as my mind drew inward and formed its own shell of protection from the horrors of reality.
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"I fed an angel" An excerpt from "Angels Walk With Me"
A knock sounded at the door. I peeked out the door and there stood an unusual looking man.
"Can I help you?" I asked, as I looked him up and down. His clothes were old and tattered, but there was no trace of alcohol or tobacco. "That's odd", I thought.
"Could you fix me something to eat?" he asked with unusual kindness.
His gentleness too was above this worlds and caught my attention. As he spoke, his face lit up with an extraordinary joy, and there was not even a trace of wrinkles or age.
Remembering what it was like to go hungry, I answered. "Yes, of course. Come in."
"No, I'll just wait out here on the porch", he said politely.
While I went into the kitchen and hurriedly prepared a sandwich I kept thinking on that sermon, especially recalling the scripture in Hebrews, "Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares".
"Is it possible?" I wondered. My hand trembled as I poured a cup of coffee to go with the sandwich.
After handing him the food, I sat down on the other corner of the porch, and watched him eat. I was strangely drawn to him and felt a wonderful peace and joy, and seemed compelled to tell him of my wonderful experience only a few weeks before, how Jesus saved me and so changed my life.
But strangely, as I talked, my words seemed to minister more to me than to Him. God's Presence was very strong.
And then looking straight at me, He said, "I know, I know".
At that moment, it seemed, he did know! And knew all about me too! Then he smiled, and my whole soul seemed to melt into liquid love. Men can't smile the way an angel can. There's too much dirt and debris of sin in this world that robs us of the true smile of heaven.
For a moment, I sat enthralled by the deep peace and joy on His face. Truly, I was on holy ground. Then I bent down to pick up his empty plate, and suddenly looking back up, he was gone
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"A Beam of Light" An excerpt from "a Walk in Heaven"
A beam of light came down toward me, moving me upward into the heavens. Suddenly the most wonderful feeling of being loved swept all through me, surrounding me in its powerful arms. All my disappointments, hurts, sorrows and trials seemed to fade away instantly like sunshine after a storm. A white veil parted revealing images whose faces beamed with extreme happiness. I could hardly look at them for their brightness; there was no stress, worry, anxiety, pain or discomfort about them whatsoever. How I wished right then that this wondrous scene might never pass from me.Suddenly a Voice said, "Soon the joy of this moment will be yours forever."
On earth, happiness, shadowed with burdens, disappointments and apprehensions of unseen tomorrows are no more lasting than a rainbow fading before our eyes while we hurriedly gaze upon it. Its beauty was only meant for a moment in time, but beyond the imperfections of this life, lies the glories of Heaven.
Passing white clouds, we came to the pure river of life, as clear as crystal. (Revelation 22:1) An angel stood there with a bright robe in his arms. He reminded me of the angel I saw twenty years before while on a bus coming back from a revival in Arkansas.
Right then I could vividly recall the harsh trial I went through, and how I fell under its cruel whip. Hot tears of humiliation fell on my cheeks, and like a whipped puppy, I fled back to Kansas City in defeat. But the God of the discouraged and downcast, reached down His big hand to me.
The Greyhound Bus I was on stopped in the middle of nowhere and a strange man got on. Suddenly an unseen hand pulled my head upward and I was looking into a face that shined brighter than the noonday sun and a window opened into my soul letting in all the light of heaven, lifting my spirit into a glorious Presence. His Voice was soothing, like the voice of many waters, and He said to me, "Everything will be alright." And, dear reader, when God says everything will be alright, we can be sure, everything will be alright.
But, what was this robe the angel held in his arms? It was so bright I couldn’t look directly upon it? "It is your robe." the angel said with kindness in his voice.
"Mine?" I questioned, "But, I cannot wear it. It’s too glorious." Sensing that the robe’s worth had not so much to do with earthly value but with how faithful I’d been while in my trials on earth, I felt unworthy to wear such a robe.
"You cannot wear it now," the angel said,"Your trials are purifying you and when they have completed their work in you, you shall wear it. Look," he said, "It has your name on it."
The angel held up one corner of the robe and I could see letters etched in pure gold. But the letters didn’t make any sense, and I said, "That‘s not my name."
The angel smiled reassuringly, "It is your new name, you cannot understand it‘s meaning now. Wait until God is finished with you, then you will be able to understand the meaning of your new name, and you will wear it with great joy. (Revelation 2:17) And as you go from place to place in this eternal glory, others will greet you and say, "What is meaning of your new name," and you will know how to answer because you have been made wise through your sufferings and trials."
I reached out my hand and felt the robe with my fingers and wanted so much to wear it, but thinking back on all the trials I had gone through, and all that I might yet face, I drew back in fear, and wondered if I could ever wear it.
"Do you know why your robe is so bright?" he asked
Glancing at the angel and then at the robe, I shook my head no.
"One day, you shall know why," the angel said with a wide grin, and turning his face toward the clouds, he added, "Come, there is much for you to see.
The beam became brighter and raised me higher until we were surrounded in rich jewels, diamonds, emeralds, rubies, sapphires! And the gold, it was so smooth and shiny. I could only stare in utter amazement at the beauty. Seeing how I was making over it, the angel said, "This gold is of no value to God at all."
"But, it would probably be worth millions on earth," I argued.
"This gold is of no worth to God at all," he repeated.
"You’re right," I thought. "God could speak solid gold planets into existence if He wanted to."
Looking at me with piercing eyes, the angel said, "You are worth far more than all this gold and all these jewels."
"Me?" I shouted.
"Yes, you and all who love Him and have stayed true to Him through fierce trials. For the trial of your faith is much more precious to God than Gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire." (1Peter 1:7)
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"Shoot Me Now" An excerpt from "a Walk in Heaven"
We came to a green meadow with flowers everywhere in vivid colors of red, yellow and blue, softly swaying in some invisible breeze. A young woman about sixteen was there and a host of angels were gathered around her. They seemed to be fascinated by her. She appeared to have been frail on earth, but when she began telling her story, her whole being lit up with love.
"About thirty of us were gathered in a house in the woods for a church service," she explained, "A group of soldiers came busting through the door and walked right up to the front of the room. One of them, seeing a picture of Jesus on the wall, yanked it off and said to us, "Okay you that want to live, come up here and spit on your Jesus and we will let you live."
No one dared even move. It was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. Everyone just stared silently at the picture, wondering what was going to happen next. Finally a deacon in the church slowly came up and spit on the picture and then he just stood there looking shamefully toward the floor. Soon another believer did the same. Then a Sunday school teacher went up and spit on the picture. She looked so sad afterwards. Some were shaking their heads, some weeping, some praying.
I couldn’t believe what was happening, I looked at the soldiers and I was so scared. I had accepted Jesus only last summer when a pastor who’d been in prison for twenty-five years for his faith, was speaking at a friends house. Remembering so well how I felt that night when His great love came into my heart, I just knew I had to do something.
Slowly, I stood up and went to the front. Everyone was staring at me, and I was shaking from fear. But I picked up the picture of Jesus, and wiping the spit off with my shirt, I kissed His face. At that moment, I felt so close to Him, His love for me was so real. Looking up at the soldier standing over me, I had this overwhelming feeling to say or do something to make him see that Jesus loved him too, but all I could say was, "You can shoot me now, I’m ready to go."
For a long moment he just stood there with tears in his eyes. Then glancing around at the people, he said, "You can go now. Get out of here." As we were leaving, he stopped those who had spit on the picture, and said, "Not you. If you would deny your God that easily, you’re not worthy to live." While hurrying through the woods, we heard three gunshots." She paused, and her expression saddened, and she added, "I shuddered at the fate of those three".
The angel, then adding to her story said, "Life in the Soviet Union in those days with its poverty and brutal winters was extremely harsh. One morning trudging the nearly two miles to work, her boots heavy with snow, and her tired legs shivering in protest, she sighed in resignation at the long road ahead. After taking a few more steps, a merciful Voice came to her from out of the grey dawn, "Are you ready now?"
"Yes," her heart whispered, "I’m ready," And her frail body, crumbling to the icy ground, gave way to the eternal spirit. Snow flakes steadily fell, partially covering her pitiful remains, but it no longer mattered, she was already safe in the arms of Jesus."
Watching her now, in this eternal place of peace and joy she seemed a delight to the angels who had gathered here, for they never seemed to tire of her story.
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"Mansions" An excerpt from "a Walk in Heaven"
The angel took my hand, and we journeyed further. Clouds parted, and I could see many mansions off in the distance. Drawing closer I had an overwhelming desire to see my mansion. "Could it be possible to see just a tiny glimpse of the one that’s for me?" I begged.
The angel seemed to ignore my pleadings, and moved on in silence. "Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, neither has it entered into the heart of man, the things which God has prepared for them that love Him," he finally said. Feeling a twinge of selfishness, I said nothing more. Yet somehow, I could feel God understood me, and loved me very much, in spite of me.
We then came to a wide river in which the waters were very swift, and it seemed while crossing I was being emptied of something, causing me to feel unworthy and undeserving of what God had prepared for me. Then suddenly, on the other side of the river, stood a huge mansion made of pure gold as bright as if it were the sun itself.
Trembling, I drew near, and could see a door made of pure gold. Just then, the door partially opened, letting out a glow that penetrated through my whole being, comforting, and reassuring me. I wasn’t sure which was greater, the joy I felt or the beauty I saw. It all seemed to fill me physically, mentally and spiritually at the same time. Like the warmth of a family close together by a blazing fire on a cold winter night or a cool July morning surrounded by the smell of flowers, or coming home to the sweet aroma of food, and laughter, after a long day in the field.
We drew closer and joy poured into my soul like torrents of water from a thousand rivers. Oh how earth’s grandeurs dwindle into nothingness in the light of even one drop of heaven’s glory. Just then I dared to look inside, and it seemed almost as vast as the oceans, yet filled with warmth and fullness, as if one could never be unhappy again. The jewels, the gold, the rich beauty related more to the inner senses, the mind, heart and soul, rather than the outward senses of the body.
I started to step inside, but a strong, yet gentle hand held me back. Strange, as I stood on that threshold of immense glory, joy flooding my whole being, I experienced the same unworthiness I felt earlier while crossing the river, and right then I wanted so much to please the One who made it possible for me to be here.
Suddenly like a veil taken off my heart, I could see that much of my earthly labors for Him were mixed with bits of selfishness, envy and other self like things, and feeling hopeless I vowed to do better. Just then a comforting Voice said, "I understand your struggles, and the sincere intents of your heart and I know that you love Me."
Suddenly, glancing up, I saw a figure of a man standing inside the door almost within arm’s reach. His robe was blinding bright like snow when the sun shines on it. His face was radiant with love, unknown on earth. His eyes penetrated my heart and seemed to know everything about me, yet He did not judge me as men would judge me. His expression was full of understanding and kindness. His hands, big and secure, as if to lift the weight of the whole world off the shoulders of some wounded and bent soul, were stretched toward me.
And the wounds, still so vivid in His hands, seemed to wash away every sorrow, and deep inside me I heard the words, "A bruised and bent soul I will not break, for I desire to heal the broken hearted." Right then, I could just picture Peter in a storm, walking on the sea to Jesus, when suddenly, he saw the violent waves, and as fear gripped his heart, he began to sink. But Jesus reached out His big hand, and said to him, "Oh thou of little faith, why did you doubt me?"
Just then His hand was so close to me. "If only I could touch Him." Then, I felt the tips of His fingers touching my hand, and suddenly, like electricity, strength and joy surged all through me. I could say time stood still, but in Heaven there is no time. Then suddenly, it was all gone. I tried hard to hold on to what I saw, not fully grasping that someday, this would all be mine forever.
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Books about angels. Books about heaven. Heartwarming stories of visions, miracles, spiritual experience, hope and faith in Angela Buck's books of inspiration about walking with angels on earth and in heaven. Angels Walk With Me and A Walk In Heaven.