â€śDonna, do . . . you . . . go . . . to . . . church?â€ť my brother Fred
asked, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. I looked at him, not entirely
surprised by the question, and then slowly responded, â€śFred, I
Intentionally and regularly attend church!â€ť
Intentionally seeking God was the point of the eulogy that had been
preached just an hour before at my brother-in-lawâ€™s funeral. It had been a
powerful message, and one clearly aimed at those not saved. My brother in-
law, Billy, had been in a fatal car accident and had died instantly. His
love for Jesus was evident through his intentional service for Christ.
Larry Wells, my cousin and the minister, had given a beautiful portrait of
Billyâ€™s love for Christ. After the service, our family gathered in the
fellowship hall of my brotherâ€™s church, where a meal had been prepared
for us. It was a cold, rainy, December day, two weeks before Christmas
My first response to my brother was to just laugh and ignore him, but
then I thought, God answered my prayer for this very moment. I no
longer needed to cry or joke about my salvation: I am a Christian! One
day, when I take my final breath in this life, I will spend eternity with
Jesus. Fredâ€™s teasing had in some ways contributed to my insecurities.
Iâ€™ve been told that we say in jest what we carry in our hearts.
Seated several places down and across the table, I moved in front of
him, looked him straight in the eye, and said, â€śFred, let me tell you about
the day God sent me an angel.â€ť
Itâ€™s been years since that miraculous day, yet the dramatic change it
brought into my life is every bit as real today. I cried as I spoke, and I
could see that Fred was extremely close to crying himself. There was no
doubt he believed me. He didnâ€™t hesitate to say, â€śOnly God could have
done this for you!â€ť But why had I not shared my wondrous story?
I explained that I had sharedâ€”with my husband, our sister Jean, and
a few of my closest friendsâ€”how God had answered my prayers of
many years and how He had given me what I needed to feel confident in
my relationship with Him.
I had no indication that it was about anyone but myself. He loved me
enough to answer my prayer; no one but me could truly understand the
significance. For that, I am eternally grateful and will worship on my
knees before Him one day. I will thank Him for that, and for so many
Fred persisted in telling me that I needed to share my story with the
world. His wife, sitting next to him, looked at me and said, â€śDonna, there
may be others in the world, struggling with the same issues of
forgiveness. This could help them!â€ť
I told them that I had never thought of it in this way but would give it
more thoughtâ€”which meant I would pray about it.
That night, I lay in bed praying, â€śHeavenly Father, do You want me
to tell the world of this miracle?â€ť Over the next few days, I could think
of nothing else. Yet, how would I share my story? Perhaps a book? I
Unless one knew me during these years of doubt, it is difficult to
fathom my anguish. I wanted to know that my sins were forgiven, but I
needed spoken affirmation from God! What if my sins were too many,
and there was no hope left for me? I had to know that too!
I believe in angels and, even beyond that, know that God has sent
many to protect me throughout my life. Nevertheless, I prayed for
another angel, one that would talk to me, in an audible voice, and state
clearly that my sins were forgiven! That is what God provided me, and
that is what I want to share. I prayed many years for an angel, and an
angel He sent. I have no words to express the joy I feel because of the
Grace my Heavenly Father so lovingly extended to me.
So my answer is, â€śYes, today I give birth to what God has placed
within me. How sure I am of His love for me . . . and His love for you.
That is why I am here, why every step I ever took was one step closer
to . . . here.â€ť
Here . . . meaning my opportunity to tell the world how beautiful my
God is and how deep His love is for a sinner such as I. Though I left him
many times, He never left me. He saw my tears and answered my