More than a year ago, I received a prayer request from a good friend in Albuquerque. It involved an eleven year old girl named “Michelle”. I prayed regularly and faithfully for healing for this child. After a lengthy period of time, healing came – ultimate healing!

Here is the e-mail that informed me of her home going on November 18th. I wrote Ruth and Ray and asked their permission to share this with my caring readers. If you want to read more, please go to: http://www.fpik.com/michelle/michelle.htm

“I would like to share this last ‘Michelle Moment’ with you. What I am about to tell you I know a lot of you won’t believe. That is why I was so glad to have a friend in the room with me when it happened so everyone would know I wasn’t nuts.

As I wrote to you previously, in the hospital Michelle had kittens and puppies with her…in her mind. Well, the day before yesterday, she noticed the kittens were at the end of her bed and was commenting on how they had grown. Then she said, ‘Oh, Mommy, they’re finally here!’. I said, ‘Who’? She said ‘My angels’. I said, ‘What do they want? She said, ‘They said for me to go with them.’ I said, ‘Do you want to?’ After hesitating, she said ‘Yes’.

Lori and I asked her what we could do to help her and she said that she needed to change her clothes. She looked and looked in her closet (she was hallucinating about the closet) and finally pulled out an outfit and said, ‘This is the one’. We pretended to change her shirt and she looked at us like we were nuts and said, ‘I REALLY need to change clothes.’ We got her a clean set of PJ’s and changed her. Then she started picking at the sheets and we asked what she was looking for. She said, ‘Her shoes’. We reminded her that angels never wore shoes. Lori told her that she wanted her feet to be able to touch the streets of gold. She seemed to be happy with that. Then she said that she was ready and rested for a minute. Then she started reaching for the sky like she was trying to reach a hand. She REALLY struggled to reach that hand. Frustrated, she laid back and said ‘I just can’t reach it yet’.

Needless to say, we had goose bumps from head to foot and neither of us could stop crying. I am convinced that Michelle was an angel on loan to us to help others. I just wish she could have helped herself in the end. She is with God now and I know that when it is my turn that sweet smile will run to meet me with open arms! Thank you to everyone for your love, encouragement, tears, prayers and support. God bless all of you!!!”

(The next e-mail came after I requested Ruth and Ray’s permission to share these things with you.)

“We would be honored for you to share Michelle’s story. She has changed so many lives in life, now maybe she can continue in death. I have to share this with you. In the last few days I have been so down about Michelle being gone. We have been no farther than a bed away from each other for three years. I was crying the other night, looking at her picture, hoping she was happy and that there had been no pain in the end. I had promised her that. I prayed and asked that somehow I would know she was okay and that the end was not as horrible as I feared. I needed her to send me some sort of sign.

Today, I got back the pictures that I took at the visitation of her. I couldn’t stand not having a final picture of her and there was my sign. As she lay in the casket, hands folded, on her upper right shoulder was a cross. The light somehow glimmered on her chiffon top and a perfect cross appeared. I looked at the ones I took before and after that one and the cross was not there. This one picture has given me the peace that I needed to go on with life. If it wouldn’t freak too many people out to see her in the casket I would put it on the internet for all to see. My little angel continues to take care of my heart, even in death! Love to you!!”

(Since planning to share this story, I’ve had two other contacts from people who lost children to cancer. Another came in yesterday from a dear Grandmother who asked prayer for her cousin’s two-year old daughter. This little girl was just diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor. Please pray for her, too.

I’m going to leave the responses to last week’s piece for next week. Please pray for this family and the others who’ve written me. If you have a request or a story to share, please use the “Contact Us” tab in the top of the page or use the “Leave a Reply” box below!

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