MY DREAM…

The following testimony was originally posted in 2007. I have done some minor editing and changed the title.

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One day, as I left my house to go shopping, I noticed one of my elderly neighbors sitting on his stoop. My husband and I had distributed gospel literature in our neighborhood, but had not yet witnessed to this neighbor. As I came out of my house and saw my neighbor, I had a strong prompting to share the Gospel with him. Instead of obeying the Holy Spirit‘s prompting, I said a quick hello and went on my way. I don’t know why I did that. I may have been feeling shy, or maybe a bit intimidated, I’m not sure. This neighbor was someone who we would often greet in passing, but we really didn’t know him very well. He wasn’t too friendly either, but I felt compassion for him and had been praying for his salvation.

A short time after that happened, I had a dream …

I dreamt that this same neighbor was in the hospital. I knew that I hadn’t shared the Gospel with him, and that I needed to go to the hospital and do that. There was an urgency, as if this would be the last opportunity to do so. Also, in the dream, he was looking at our Gospel tracts with a happy and approving expression on his face. That’s pretty much how the dream went.

When I woke up, I wondered a moment about this strange dream. But it was the day of my sister-in-law’s wedding day so I was busy, and before long I completely forgot about the dream. Later in the day my husband went to get his brother at the bus station. His brother lived out of town and had come in for the wedding. As they came into the house my husband said he just learned that one of our neighbors was seriously ill and in the hospital. The neighbor had cancer, and was having emergency surgery that very day. It was the same neighbor that I had dreamt about the night before!

I wanted to drop everything and run to the hospital to witness and pray for this man. I thought to myself, how am I going to do that. I told my husband about the dream, and he responded by saying that we needed to go to the hospital right away! I was so relieved. A Christian friend was visiting that day, so before we left we all prayed together. We asked the Lord to give us time alone with our neighbor so that we could share the gospel with him without hindrance.

When we got to the hospital we couldn’t locate the room he was in. This was because the transition from the recovery room to his hospital room was very recent. We waited, and when we finally found ourselves in his room he was sound asleep. We saw someone’s coat and book in the room, probably the belongings of his wife who had gone out for a moment. So there we were, in the room with our neighbor who had just come out of surgery. He was sound asleep. My husband and I looked at each other and started to wonder if we should even be there. We wondered if he would be angry if he woke up and saw us there. We didn’t think we should wake him up, we didn’t know what to do. Just then a cheery nurse walked into the room and said to her patient, “wake up, you have company.” Our neighbor woke up and looked at us. Then he said “God sent you here.” We were shocked! We thought so, and we were sure glad he thought so too!

While we were there, for that short visit, we shared the Gospel with him. We told him he needed to be born again. He told us something about “St. Lucy” helping him. We told him that “St. Lucy” couldn’t help him, only Jesus could, and that he needed to trust only Jesus, no one else. He was willing to pray with us, so we prayed with him. He cried and thanked us for coming. He was very grateful. We went back home rejoicing and got ready for the wedding.

Our neighbor, Mr. D., went home to recuperate, but we never had the opportunity to see him again after that hospital visit. A few months later he died from his illness.

Not every dream is from the Lord, probably most aren’t. I do believe this dream was of God. (It came to pass, and it did not in any way contradict the Bible, Deuteronomy chapters 13 & 18). Our neighbor heard the Gospel, and he was happy to hear it. When we shared the Gospel with him he did not resist, he listened and prayed with tears. This is just one of many a death bed ministry that the Lord has called us to, and it is always a blessing and a wonder to be used by the Lord in such a way.

Are you ready to die?

VIDEO VERSION OF – TESTIMONY: I PRAYED “LORD LET THE CATHOLIC PRIEST GET LOST”

This is a video version of a previously posted written testimony with some additional details.

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THE BROWN RUG

It was in early 2000 that we decided we wanted to sell our home and move to a different location. When the realtor and his son (they were a team, they were Christians, and they were a real blessing to us) came to appraise our home they were pleased with the upgrades we had done and the way the house looked, except for one thing, the dark brown rug! They thought it would hinder the sale of the house. (There was a season in my life that I just loved dark brown rugs. 🤦‍♀️ Thankfully that has passed. 🙂) When the realtors told us that, I responded by telling them that the Lord would send a buyer who loved dark brown rugs. 🙂 Well not too long after that, the house did sell, and we had an opportunity to chat with the buyer for a few minutes. During our short conversation the lady commented on the dark brown rug and how much she loved it! I was so blessed by the Lord’s faithfulness, and how He is involved in every aspect of our lives! 🙌

1 John 5:14-15 And this is the confidence that we have in him, that, if we ask any thing according to his will, he heareth us: And if we know that he hear us, whatsoever we ask, we know that we have the petitions that we desired of him.

I love telling my grandchildren this testimony.

Psalm 78:4 We will not hide them from their children, shewing to the generation to come the praises of the LORD, and his strength, and his wonderful works that he hath done.

Do You know the Lord? Have you ever been born again?

COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS

There are times when we believers can tend to be focused on the disappointments of this life. I’ve done it, but then I think about all of the good things we have that we take for granted. The ordinary everyday things that we probably don’t think much about.

We have a roof over our heads. Many are homeless, living on the streets or in their cars.

We have running water in our homes. My mother didn’t have that when she was growing up.

We have a private bathroom. There are places in this world where people have to use community bathrooms all of the time!

We have an appetite to enjoy our food. Some can’t do that because of illness.

We can walk. I’ve been more appreciative of that since it’s become more difficult for me to walk because of a deformity in my right leg. I’m thankful that I can still walk at all!

We’re not on our way to the emergency room! I remember last summer when Billy was in the emergency room and admitted to the hospital! I often thank the Lord for the “peace of the moment” for we “… knowest not what a day may bring forth” (Proverbs 27:1) That’s especially true as we age.

We know the Lord. We have been born again! We’ve read the Scriptures. I sadly think of the many who have left this earth and have never opened a Bible, or read even one Scripture verse.

We can choose to focus on our disappointments, or we can choose to count our blessings. There can be hidden blessings even in our disappointments when we know the Lord.

Do you know the Lord? Have you been born again?

My Salvation Testimony

UNCLE JOE’S GRAVESITE SERVICE

It was in the 1990’s, I don’t remember exactly what year, that we went to visit my husband’s Uncle Joe in the hospital. He was in a coma, but we knew that sometimes people can hear what’s being said to them even though they’re in a coma. His aunt’s coat was in the room but she was nowhere to be found. We had a good hour alone with him to pray and share the Gospel before his wife came into the room, and we spoke to him as if he were awake. Billy’s aunt Charlotte, who was Jewish, told us that Billy’s uncle liked to listen to Christian radio. We had no idea!

A few days later we learned that his uncle had died, and that there would be a graveyard service on Long Island, with a Roman Catholic priest officiating. My husband prayed, unbeknownst to me… “Lord, I’m not in charge of this service, but if you want me to speak please let the Catholic priest get lost on the way to the cemetery.” I also prayed, unbeknownst to my husband, that if his uncle was saved, that a Catholic priest would not touch him, meaning he would have nothing more to do with anything regarding Uncle Joe.

The day of the service arrived, and everyone was waiting in their cars at the cemetery for the priest to arrive. We waited and waited. After awhile people got out of their cars and started walking towards the gravesite. Chairs were set up and there was a pulpit too. We heard his relatives saying among themselves that somebody should say something. Billy’s aunt asked if anyone wanted to share a few words. Billy remembered his prayer and slowly raised his hand to volunteer. He said “I’ll talk”. He said it felt as if a string was pulling his hand up as his heart began to pound. Him, speak in front of all these mostly Roman Catholic relatives, and his aunt, the Jewish widow! He walked to the pulpit and shared God’s Word with the people. Afterwards we gave out little Bible booklet tracts, all Scripture.

We were at our church later that night and didn’t get home until 11:30 pm. As we opened the front door we heard the phone ringing. It was Billy’s aunt calling, saying she had been trying to get us all afternoon. She wanted to thank him, and tell him that everyone was so happy that he volunteered to speak in the priest’s absence. Are you wondering what happened to the priest, and why he didn’t he show up as planned? She told us that she contacted the priest and asked him what happened. He told her he got lost and went to the wrong cemetery!