Angels: My True Account of How Angels Really Do Exist

I know it may seem strange the story I am going to tell. The following is true and I am in no way telling a lie or stretching the truth. This is a true story of how God does hear and answer prayers. You can call me crazy, insane, delusional, or mentally ill but it does not change the facts of what I know to be true. Jesus is real, God is real, and he knows the depths of our hearts. This is the story of a true angel. I'm not talking about a person acting as an angel. I'm talking an angel in the spiritual sense. A messenger of God. This is the story of how God truly does send protection for us and our children. My story is as follows.......

On the day of February 21st of 2006 I was scheduled to go to the hospital to be induced. I was going to give birth to my first daughter. I was a little nervous that day and I wasn't exactly for sure why. I had lost a son in 2004 and I guess I was a little paranoid about something happening to one of my other kids. I would always make it a point to pray and ask God to protect me and my children. I asked him not to let me go through the pain of losing another child. It was too much for me to bear the first time and I didn't want it happening again. The nurse came in and hooked me up to the monitors and put in my I.V. to start inducing. I don't know exactly what she said to me but I told her that I had a bad feeling about something. She reassured me that everything would be alright.

A couple of hours passed and she examined me to see how far I was dilating. At that point I had already had my epidural and I was dilating faster than what they expected. She told me that she was going to put the drip of the medicine on high drip so that I wouldn't feel any pain when it came time to push. She walked out of the room and I started getting a real funny feeling. It felt like a real light headedness. I felt like I was going to pass out. It was a bad feeling like if I did I wasn't going to ever wake up. I was getting number and number by the minute. It didn't feel normal to me. The numbness was going past my stomach and up to my chest. I remember telling my mother to go get the nurse that something wasn't right. My blood pressure was getting really low.

I sat up and started praying to God. My mother and husband were sitting on the couch and when I started praying I noticed that they were acting a little scared too. The funny thing is when i started praying I felt as if someone was standing a little ways at the foot of my bed. It felt like a light warm feeling. Like someone was telling me that everything was going to be o.k. It felt to me like an angel standing in the room. I stopped being scared and when the nurse came in I told her to stop the medicine that I didn't want it anymore. I didn't care if I felt the pain. All i wanted was to give birth without any problems. Everything was fine until the next day.

One the 22nd of February the day after my daughter was born I was scheduled for a tubal litigation. The doctors had taken me into surgery and when i came out my mother and father in law were there. If you don't know about grandmothers well they seem to think they know more than you do about everything. When it came time to feed her my mother in law volunteered. When a newborn is to be feed there not supposed to eat more than a half to one ounce in a feeding. My daughter had drunken the whole 4 ounce bottle. This was not good her being only a day old. I didn't think much about the feeding at the time because the nurses had me pretty well medicated. I'm not sure all of what they gave me but I know that she gave me a shot of Demerol and an hour later a Mepergan pill.

Everyone had left and it was just me and the baby. I had fallen asleep and I know I wasn't dreaming. It was like a dead kind of sleep. I don't why but I shot straight up out of my bed. It was like a feeling of terror. Like someone had woken me. I heard a voice that sounded more of a very loud whisper. The only thing that it said was "hurry Sarah". I didn't see anyone in the room but the voice was coming from the direction of where my baby lay. She was in her bassinet at the foot of the bed. I looked over at her and saw that she had vomit gurgling in her mouth. She was choking on it and wasn't able to breathe. I grabbed her up and placed her over my knees and patted her back until she started breathing again. I looked over at the door and realized that it was shut. No one could have possible been in that room. Their are no cameras in this hospital to monitor in the rooms. It was then I knew what the voice had been. I had been woken up by an angel.