My mother had just been moved to a step down care unit after weeks in ICU after her second heart attack. I had been by her side, and now my sister had come to take over.
Still, it was hard to say good-bye. What if she had another heart attack after I left to go home to my husband-four hours away?
Quickly, I stepped away (so Mom wouldn’t see my flood of tears) and into the threshold. Suddenly a priest in collar and garb stood before me and said “Woman why are you crying?” It startled me. The words were too familiar–I looked back at my sister. “Colleen, did you see him?” “Who?” she answered. “I didn’t see anyone!” When I turned to answer him, he was gone. I looked both ways down the long hospital corridor–no one. There were no doorways that he could have ducked into and it was way too far for him to have already made it down the hall to the elevators. I could not shake the experience or the words and the encounter. Why was I crying? Fear is my enemy. God is in control.
I wrestled with it for several days and then came to the conclusion that it must have been an angel. Never in my life did I see an angel in a movie dressed like a priest! Angels wear white robes, I thought–and giggled to myself. God can do whatever He wants. I thought of the book, “The Shack” which was so challenging to all those churchianity suppositions and “stay in my box theologies”..
Years earlier, I had an “encounter”–it was a strong, powerful light and an accompanying voice in my own head–leading me through a process of forgiveness that I would only understand years later while training for inner healing prayer ministry.
God will meet us where we are–He is not limited to our ideas of Him. His Word is truth. He will never leave us nor forsake us! My hope and confidence are in Him. I totally rely on Him for the miracle that I am praying for right now. I pray with confidence because I know my God is my deliverer. I know the enemy is a defeated foe. And I know that faith goes beyond what we can see.