Seeing Angels at Eight

What I'm about to tell you is a gift. A gift from God to an eight year old girl and a gift I can share with you about faith, grace and healing.


MY TESTIMONY



When I was eight years old I became very very ill. I contracted every childhood disease within the span of a few months. Measles, Mumps, Chicken pox and the list went on and on. My father was in the air force and stationed in Mississippi he had been sent to Thailand for a tour of duty and my mother and I stayed in Mississippi. My mother had to deal with a very sick child alone. She continually took me to the military base hospital every time I got sick. They treated me for whatever illness I had and sent me home.

Then one day while playing with a friend I fainted. My friend’s father picked me up and carried me to my house. My mom was frantic. They rushed me to the base emergency room and after a few tests they admitted me. I stayed in that hospital a couple of weeks. I didn't know what was wrong with me but later I learned they discovered that I had a rare form of sickle cell Leukemia and I was in stage 4. (I am a Lilly white and freckle faced child.) They had missed the underlying problem it so often that I was now at a point in my disease that I was beyond help. I don't know if they did bone marrow transplants in 1972 but I didn't get one nor did I ever have radiation treatment.

They transferred me to a Children's hospital in Alabama and made arrangements for my father to come home because they only gave me a few months to live. I had a team of 7 doctors and they drew blood everyday apparently it was a mystery as to why a white girl had a black persons disease. For an eight year old it was very scary and my mother never told me what I had they just told me that I was very sick.

We attended a small Assembly of God church back in Mississippi and one night after I had been in the AL hospital for a couple of weeks our church got together and had an all night pray vigil for me. On that same night in Alabama my parents had left to go back to their room at the local AF base for the evening and I stayed up to watch TV. I had a private room and my door squeaked so I knew when someone came in my room. As I was watching TV all of a sudden a beautiful black nurse stood by my bed (she was stunningly beautiful). She startled me because I didn't hear her come in. She asks me how I was feeling and I said very tired and a little scared because I didn't know what was wrong with me. She smiled and touched my arm and told me that I didn't need to be afraid that I was going to be fine and that the Lord loved me very much. I remember closing my eye's and shaking my head and saying " I Know." when I opened my eyes she was gone and I didn't hear her leave.

The next morning I woke up feeling better than I had in months. My mother came in the room and remarked on how well I looked. I told her about the nurse’s visit the night before and that I really did feel good. They had come and taken a blood sample already that morning. My mother remarked that my countenance was totally peaceful and she wanted to thank that nurse for her help. She went to the nurses’ station and asked about the nurse taking care of me that night. The nurse at the station asks my mother to describe her. My mom told her that I said she was black and pretty. The nurse told her that no one worked there that fit that description. My mother said well she is probably the night nurse. The nurse looked at her rather irritated and told her… and this is a quote from my mother. “Ma’am this is Alabama we don't have black nurses at this hospital".

Well that is God's way of letting us know in no uncertain terms that he was the great physician. That day they came back and took more blood. After testing me over and over again one of our doctors came in and told my parents that I no longer was sick in any way. The Leukemia was completely gone and they had not done it. They had not treated me at all so it must be a miracle.

Praise the Lord. Only God would send a black Angel dressed as a nurse to a white hospital in the South to make sure there was no doubt that God healed me. I like to say that it proves God has a sense of humor too.

Anyway… To this day I have never had any sign of the Leukemia reoccurring and my blood is so clean they give it to preemie babies when I donate. Since that time I have had many Doctors try to tell me that I must not have had Leukemia that it just doesn’t go away. I have found that non believers will say anything to explain the unexplainable.

I can honestly say that since that day my faith has never wavered. I haven't had a charmed life and have had many struggles that would have beat down anyone. But I know that 37 years ago God chose to heal a little girl for a reason and he gave me a voice so I will sing and praise him forever for it.


Thanks for letting me share my miracle with you.