Proof it was an Angel
This was a sentence that begged an update. Once I learned how to have direct Jesus encounters in the Special Place*, the Lord used those experiences to heal me of some heart wounds. Here is an experience that I had with the Lord that not only proved to me that Maureen was my angel, but that healed that past hurt.
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I was working on a deliverance class called “Prayers the Heal the Heart” for my doctorate. I had some work to do to heal some heart wounds. I met Jesus in my Special Place in the spirit. He and I walked up the hill to the Sea of Galilee. Then, we laid on the ground and were looking and laughing at the clouds. Jesus thought that one looked like an elephant and I thought it looked like a duck. I was thinking about the people in the book (referencing the class book) that shared that God had healed them of past memories by going back to the scene and allowing Him to reframe the circumstance and show them truth they didn’t see before.
You can ask Me to show you anything that you want to know.
Lord, as painful as it is to take me back to my heartbreak in 1979. Please show me where you were then as Maureen and I were talking and when you gave me the love letter.
Immediately, I was back in 1979, watching the scene as if like Scrooge, there but not really there.
I saw myself crying face down on my bed in my dorm room. I looked around and could see with great detail remembering what the room looked like. I saw Jesus lying next to me as I sobbed, and He was whispering in my ear. I walked over closer so I could hear what He was saying to me. He was speaking word for word the letter that I received in 1979. At that same moment I saw the words being typed in the upper right corner of my mind’s eye. As Jesus spoke the words, they were appearing on the paper in heaven. Then I saw Jesus giving the paper to Maureen.
The Lord gave me short vignette glimpses of Maureen and I as she gave me the letter, and of us studying the Word together.
I saw myself trying to call her and Jesus was standing next to me when I was talking to the guys who answered the phone. I was confused as they said they had that number all school year. As I heard myself talking to the guys on the phone, Jesus was whispering in my ear… “You don’t need her anymore… you have Me now…” He was repeating that in my ear as I hung up the phone in lost confusion.
Wow, Lord. That really helps me understand this situation so much more. You were with me the entire time! Please show me Maureen now so I can thank her for what she did for me.
Suddenly, we were back at the Secret place still lying on the grass and we sat up on the hill and He pointed toward the Sea and I saw Maureen walking up the hill to greet us. She was dressed in Roman dress with a breastplate of armor and had long dark and flowing hair. She looked a bit like I remember her, but didn’t have glasses, and she still looked young. She hugged me and I hugged her and could feel her wings… soft, strong and powerful. She had a meekness about her; strength under control.
Then the Lord gave me short images of Maureen with me as a child sitting on my bed as I was crying because I could hear my parents fighting, and another where she was sitting and laughing as my sibs and I were hanging our feet off the back of our powder blue station wagon. And I saw her with Jesus when He gave her the letter and the assignment to share it with me.
Just like Me, she has been with you all along. She is your Guardian Angel.
I thanked them both and cried… it was an overwhelming vision! THANKS LORD! Maureen and I have had many adventures together since then. Not the least of which was experiencing what the shepherds saw on the night of Jesus’ birth. Ask, seek and knock and you can have Jesus adventures like this too!
For more on this story check out Other Books – Patty Sadallah for the rest of this story and many others like it in the Clips that Move Mountains 2nd Edition book.