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.
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 through before.
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
I asked him if he promised
and he said, "Yes."
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 you can.
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
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.
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 that here.
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.
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 so true.