Not long ago, my father was diagnosed with stage 4 bladder cancer and was not given much hope for survival past the Christmas season. Although the odds were devastatingly against him, he chose to go through a round of chemo to take some comfort in the idea that he tried everything he could to be cured. Although God had other plans, I take comfort in my faith that he will be taken care of by Christ and the angels themselves.
I was up in the wee hours of the morning after not being able to sleep in my unending thoughts and prayers. I stood in my driveway in the moonlight and meditated with chills indicating the presence of the Holy Spirit. As I prayed, my cat kept clawing and biting my ankles. I then, telepathically, said, "Jesus, can you please stop this annoying cat from biting my ankles while I am trying to talk to You?" At that very second, the cat refrained and sat up in a calmed state, although he still followed me as I strolled about the driveway. Coincidence?—johnowl01
Jim Singleton
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