I was just an ordinary housewife in 1981, when I was sent home to die. Although I had a hope that what I had learned in church about the afterlife was true, I possessed no true belief that life went on after the grave. So, when I closed my eyes that evening, I feared that it might truly be the end.
But the strangest thing happened that night. I had a dream that I stood with God and felt a peace that truly 'surpasseth all understanding' and which I never wanted to leave. When I awoke the next morning, I was completely healed.
My quest to understand whan I had encountered that night and a 'rational' explanation of how I was dying when I closed my eyes, yet was completely healed when I awoke, began a spiritual journey that continues to this day. This is why I write and travel around the country sharing a message of faith, victory and overcoming backed by God's Word.
"For we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us."