I’d been crying out in pain to Him that very night, ‘Are you hearing me?,’ when elsewhere, unknown to me an extraordinary thing happened.
God brought my grandmum back from the grave to take care of me, to continue to help me to live.
(Even if you do not share my beliefs, some stories are worth sharing, and this one is.)
Then I heard. Mama had twice departed unexpectedly. Revived and rushed through an emergency surgery. What happened during this time was incredible.
Mama said she awoke in space, and in awe surrounded by the most beautiful human sized butterflies, fluttering around her. She felt such awe and peace, she didn’t want to leave that place. Her mind was clear, free and she could think of nothing but admiring their grandeur.
Angels looking after her.
Why come back
When she awoke from her travelling and slumber days later, she thanked her Father for returning her. She’d just remembered she had unfinished work to do: family to look after, and to take care of me.
In the throes of this deep clinical depression that’s gripped me from young, Mama said she hadn’t finished showing me that she loves me, He loves me with a special love.
Despite my faltering, Mama has helped me to live.
Nevermind this mental health breakdown. Some miracles are such burden lifters.
I cannot say thankyou enough to my Lord.
It is not over.