of all, I come from a rural town in southeast
Alabama. All my life I went to church. I would
always see my parent's praying about things
and trusting God. Even with all this though,
I never got that close to God. I believed in
him and that Jesus came to Earth and died for
me, but it wasn't until 1993 that I totally
gave my heart to him.
I had been suffering
for years from anorexia. It started when I was
fourteen. In 1993, at the age twenty-five, I
was so sick and only weighed 64 pounds. I was
in and out of therapy for this and even had
to be force-fed. Nothing helped. So, after getting
the news in September of 1993 that my kidney's
were failing, I refused all further treatment
and prayed that God would help me. I told him
that I'd live for him if he would. I didn't
really think I would die because I always pulled
Going out in public,
when I was able, was a nightmare. People would
yell out, "AIDS girl" and things like that.
Soon I became housebound, mostly due to my health,
and because I couldn't believe the cruelty of
people. Then one night I woke up trying to breathe.
I couldn't. I was very nauseated, shaking violently,
and just so sick I couldn't move. I didn't think
I would die because the doctors were about to
put me on dialysis and I thought I'd be ok.
But I wasn't.
Soon I left my body.
I didn't go through a tunnel. I just kind of
floated around. Before I knew it, I was in heaven.
I knew it was heaven because I had never smelled
flowers like that before and had never seen
so much beauty.
I went up to my
Grandma who had been waiting for me. She looked
to be about thirty years old even though she
died when she was seventy-five. Then I saw my
Grandpa. He died at the age of ninety-two.
He kept saying to me, "Look what I can do."
He was walking on his hands. I didn't understand
this or why he was showing me that he could
do that. Then Grandma asked me if I wanted to
go and see Jesus. I literally screamed, "YES!!!"
The second I saw him I started to cry. I
could feel his compassion for me. He comforted
me as I told him how I had been done wronged
by people on Earth because of my condition and
how I had suffered with anorexia. He was so,
so kind. He told me that he knew all of that
and that it was going to be alright.
I asked him if he promised and he said,
I told him something that
maybe I shouldn't have. I said to him, "You
are a very handsome man."
He just laughed.
Then I laughed. It was such a great time.
I noted his appearance. He was about 5'9
and probably weighed about 150 pounds. He was
slim, with dark brown hair and brown eyes. There
were so many people around him; but, (and this
is what touches me so much) I was able to go
right to him and talk to him. It's not like
it would be here. You can't just go up to someone
that important and talk to them. But with Jesus
He then told me to go back and
tell everyone what I had seen. I said I would.
Then he hugged me. It felt like a million volts
of electricity going through my body I found
that from his hug, I couldn't stand up because
of the intense power I felt coming from him.
Then, I felt myself falling very, very fast.
I was literally slammed back into my body on
the bed. I was slammed so hard that I sat up,
shocked. I was so disappointed that I was out
of his presence and back where everyone was
so cruel. And I was so sick. I could still feel
the electrified feeling of his touch. But once
again, I was very sick. Then I went to sleep.
The next morning when I woke up I felt hungry
so I ate. For the first time in 11 years I ate
a full meal, not having any of the anorexic
feelings I always had from before. The same
day was my doctor's appointment. When the doctor
examined me and took some tests, he called a
few days later wanting to see me. He told me
that I had healthy kidney's. I was in shock.
He said, "You do not have kidney failure anymore."
After this I only got better and better.
The doctor still couldn't explain it. Nobody
could. But I know why. Jesus touched me, my
soul body, and healed me. The doctor just said
there was no medical reason for my kidneys to
be normal. The next time he saw me I had gained
about fifteen pounds. Now, nine years later,
I went from weighing 64 to 135 pounds. I have
never had any kidney problems nor any other
kind of health problems that anorexia can cause.
I am fine. I am healthy. And I will NEVER forget
seeing Jesus. Never. I can't even think of him
today without crying. I feel so special to have
been touched by him and being able to talk to
him and the fact that he had so much compassion
for me. I have not encountered anything like
Now to end this, I will
tell you why my Grandpa was walking on his hands.
My mother never believed me when I told her
of my experience. I have only recently told
her. I know Jesus said to tell everyone but
it took nine years for me to say anything. I
told my mother that I saw Grandpa and how he
was thrilled to show me that he could walk on
his hands. Her face went white. I asked her
what was wrong. She said that when he was a
teenager, he used to do that to impress people.
She said he was very good at it and enjoyed
showing off. But she said I must have heard
about it from someone. I told her that I have
never heard about it from anyone in the family.
Many of them didn't even know it when I questioned
them later. My Grandma told my mother when she
was a child and that is why she recalled it.
Grandpa was very old when I was born and the
older he got, the more trouble he had doing
anything. I knew nothing about him when he was
a child. Nobody ever told me anything about
him. So she knows there's no way I could know
that. But she still doesn't believe that I went
to heaven, even though she can't explain how
I knew that Grandpa once could walk on his hands.
He was very proud of this in heaven just as
he was here.
I forgot to mention that
I had seen all the pets I had as a child in
heaven. Dogs and even parakeets whom I really
loved. They had a caretaker - a man who took
care of all the animals. So if anyone ever asks
me if animals survive death, I have to say,
That is my story and even though
I've sinned many times over since then, I know
I'm forgiven when I ask to be. I live my life
in such a way that if I were to die, heaven
would be my home and I'll be reunited with my
family and with Jesus again. I have told other
people on the internet about this, but they
don't believe in God and think I'm a nut. But
I don't care. I keep remembering that verse
in the Bible that says to be absent from the
body is to be present with the Lord. This is