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At the young age of 7 or 8, I was thrown off a sailboat in a storm and literally pushed up by the hand of God to the surface – within reach of the boat! An impossible feat since boats continue their journey and are usually far away by the time the person comes to the surface. Yet even today, I can see that huge shadow of a hand come under me and push me from the calmness of the water back up to the raging storm on Lake Michigan. Close enough to the boat that my earthly father could grab me and pull me onboard.
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Horses have always been one of my loves. At age 11 we moved from the city to the country. It took me a year to talk my father into getting me a horse. He was allergic to cats and dogs weren’t an option. I think the reason he opted to finally get me a horse - was he knew I wouldn’t bring it in the house!
The day I was thrown was a day like any other day. In a field I had ridden through a hundred times. While I lay unconscious my riding partner rode for help. When my parents arrived, I really didn’t want to leave the soft green grass that spread for miles. Or the arms that cradled me.
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Cars are dangerous weapons yet I feel safer in one that I do a plane. I died in a car accident when I was 14. We were broadsided in a residential zone by a speeder going three times the legal limit. My mother broke her collarbone. Gretchen however was a bit more serious.
Did you know that the inside of our arms (or legs) are like a telephone cable? That is how the surgeon later explained to me, how they reattached my right arm. During those 8-hours of surgery, the purest, whitest face called my name and pulled me through a tunnel of light to the most brilliant colors of the rainbow I’ve ever seen. Nothing here on earth even comes close to what I saw that day.
I don’t know why, maybe in the 1950’s they didn’t automatically resuscitate, but I remember watching a doctor leave the surgical area and push open some double doors to talk to my parents. They were informed that Gretchen was clinically dead! Was he asking permission to resuscitate?
Until this writing … it never occurred to me that I was viewing all this from above. For the whole scope of the room was under me. Nor did I realize at the time, that it was me those doctors were hovered around.
A lot more happened to me during this hospital stay; things that shouldn’t have happened to one so young. Some of it is chronicled on Dana’s page under Comments on her Journal Entry—My Emotional Healing.
http://www.mychurch.org/blog/72983/Journal-Entry---My-Emotional-Healing
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Have you ever since Jesus standing in mid-air to keep a car from traveling into oblivion?
We have lived in Flagstaff, Arizona, as well as the Greater Phoenix area (Tempe & Chandler). When we lived in Flagstaff, we hydroplaned off an Arizona mountain in a light rain. The thing with Arizona highways is – they don’t get enough rain to wash off all the oil and rubber build up, so when the first rains come you get an inch of water on the roads. When you are on that inch, you have no control of your vehicle whatsoever!
My parents had flown out from Wisconsin the day before. And I had driven down to Phoenix to pick them up – a 2 ½ hour drive. So I traveled the stretch of road twice the day before our accident.
The day of the accident was sunny and beautiful so we went to my mother’s favorite place – Sedona – Red Rock country. When storm clouds began to gather, my parents didn’t understand our urgency to get ‘above the rim’ before the rains came.
The last thing I remember before my head hit the door frame – was a semi-truck coming right for us! The vacuum of the truck as it passed sucked us into the guard rail which we hit at 40 MPH. Not fast considering the speed limit was higher, yet hard enough to break the railing and the posts out.
Now normally you would rollover right there. Hit the rail and go over the side. But someone else was driving this day. For we traveled along the side of the highway … the passenger side of the car was up against the back of the guard rail. The driver side wheels … had nothing under them! Our driver drove like this for about sixty feet before he let the car roll down the hill to a pile of rocks about a hundred feet down from the road’s edge.
At one point we were airborne. And my husband and I still swear today that we saw Jesus standing in mid-air just in front of the pile of rocks we landed on. Our station wagon’s grill hit him right in the belt and he didn’t even budge!
We were told by State Troopers later that if we hadn’t stopped there – the next stop was three miles down. They also asked me how I got out of the back seat. “Someone opened the door,” I said. “Impossible,” I was told. “That door cannot be opened, it is humanly impossible!”
My father had a cut finger. My mother ended up with a bruised lung. Our five-year-old son didn’t have a scratch on him. I had a closed-head injury. My husband had internal injuries. Five people that should have been killed that day were saved by a miracle.
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People are always telling me they know I have ‘great faith’. That I have some sort aura around me that tells them that. That it is my being. I know I have great faith and my story tells why, but it beats the heck of me that others can see it.
Are you Lazuras too?
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