My Stepdad: His Story - My Testimony
Many years before the testimony I am about to tell you, when both my parents were still alive, I had a dream that I went into heaven. While in heaven, I met my mom and stepdad. They were so happy to see me, and there was an atmosphere of peace surrounding this place. We were in a massive white marble hall that seemed endless in height and breadth. There were thousands and thousands of people slowly walking toward the center stage, which had marble steps leading up to what I believe was a throne
(I could not see it). But I knew it was there. Then the dream ended....
Then in 1995, my mother came to see me to tell me that my father (stepdad) needed an urgent operation, and because of his age [he was older than my mom], the chances of his recuperating from this operation were next to none. However, if he did not have it, he would die anyway.
Both my parents were not believers at the time, and I knew that my mom was relying on my faith in God for a miracle…
So I set my face like flint and went into prayer on his behalf. I talked with the Lord about 2 Kings 20:1-6 and said, "Lord, you added another 15 years onto Hezekiah's life; you can also do this for my father because he is not saved, and if he dies right now, he will not reach heaven, and I will never see him again."
I wrestled with the Lord all the way through the night until dawn... In the midst of all that wrestling, I could hear the Holy Spirit telling me to relent [cease your resistance], but I could not because I knew what the price would be...so I continued. Finally, I relented after many, many hours of wrestling through the night and said, "Okay, Lord, whatever happens, let your will be done. I pray that when the doctors [specialists] come to check up on him that morning, they will find nothing, and Lord, I pray that you will let him come home from the hospital because he hates being there and he doesn't want to die there."
To make a long story short, my father, who was in the hospital at the time, was checked over by specialists [prepped for surgery] that very morning, and they could not find a thing wrong with him.
All they said was "Whatever was there before is not there now," and that was it. He was discharged that very day.
My mom got saved because of that miraculous healing, and my dad got saved later on. BTW...God added another 7 years to my dad's life, and he has been with Jesus since 2002. My mom has also been with Jesus since 2019. I am believing for the rest of my family [brothers, sisters, and their families] because I want to see them all again, and I'm looking forward with immense anticipation and joy to meeting my parents once again in the Kingdom of Heaven as per the original dream…
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The night my stepdad passed away, I was very anxious for some reason. I had no idea he was about to die. All my physical actions should have alerted me to something being up, but it didn't. Instead of sleeping in my bedroom, I slept in the lounge and placed my home phone right next to me. Early in the morning, I got the call from my mom that he had passed away in the night. This must have been around 4am. I got up and went straight to my parents' house. He had his eyes closed and his mouth open. I picked up his hand and held it. While holding his hand, I saw a vision. (a replay of what had happened when he died). In the vision, I saw an angel of the lord come and reach down into his mouth and pull him out. He was in the form of a spirit man. He looked at my mom before leaving with the angel of the Lord. They passed through their bedroom window to the outside and disappeared.
There was much activity after that as family were called and everyone turned up. The funeral director people came and zipped him into a bag and left.
Later on, I became very angry with the Lord and didn't talk to him for 9 months. My friends were worried about me, but I was stuck in this place where I couldn't understand why he didn't tell me he was about to take him home.
Please understand, he nearly died 7 years earlier. At the time, he was not saved. I wrestled with God through the night until he was completely healed, and the Lord granted him 7 more years, but I was still angry at him for taking him away without telling me… I was very angry.
After 9 months of not talking to the Lord, I finally asked him. "Why did you not tell me you were taking him home?" I heard him very clearly say, "Angel, if I told you, you would have fought with me to keep him alive, but his time was up." I knew he was right; he even reminded me of the signs that showed I was preparing for his departure. The Lord also showed me, a few days after our conversation, a vision of my dad coming down a flight of stairs to greet me.
He had a smile on his face, and I was happy after that and I had the assurance that he got home okay.
Sometimes we just need to trust that God knows exactly what he is doing, and he loves us so much that he gives us such a big heart for others, not just the ones we love.
Many years before the testimony I am about to tell you, when both my parents were still alive, I had a dream that I went into heaven. While in heaven, I met my mom and stepdad. They were so happy to see me, and there was an atmosphere of peace surrounding this place. We were in a massive white marble hall that seemed endless in height and breadth. There were thousands and thousands of people slowly walking toward the center stage, which had marble steps leading up to what I believe was a throne
(I could not see it). But I knew it was there. Then the dream ended....
Then in 1995, my mother came to see me to tell me that my father (stepdad) needed an urgent operation, and because of his age [he was older than my mom], the chances of his recuperating from this operation were next to none. However, if he did not have it, he would die anyway.
Both my parents were not believers at the time, and I knew that my mom was relying on my faith in God for a miracle…
So I set my face like flint and went into prayer on his behalf. I talked with the Lord about 2 Kings 20:1-6 and said, "Lord, you added another 15 years onto Hezekiah's life; you can also do this for my father because he is not saved, and if he dies right now, he will not reach heaven, and I will never see him again."
I wrestled with the Lord all the way through the night until dawn... In the midst of all that wrestling, I could hear the Holy Spirit telling me to relent [cease your resistance], but I could not because I knew what the price would be...so I continued. Finally, I relented after many, many hours of wrestling through the night and said, "Okay, Lord, whatever happens, let your will be done. I pray that when the doctors [specialists] come to check up on him that morning, they will find nothing, and Lord, I pray that you will let him come home from the hospital because he hates being there and he doesn't want to die there."
To make a long story short, my father, who was in the hospital at the time, was checked over by specialists [prepped for surgery] that very morning, and they could not find a thing wrong with him.
All they said was "Whatever was there before is not there now," and that was it. He was discharged that very day.
My mom got saved because of that miraculous healing, and my dad got saved later on. BTW...God added another 7 years to my dad's life, and he has been with Jesus since 2002. My mom has also been with Jesus since 2019. I am believing for the rest of my family [brothers, sisters, and their families] because I want to see them all again, and I'm looking forward with immense anticipation and joy to meeting my parents once again in the Kingdom of Heaven as per the original dream…
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The night my stepdad passed away, I was very anxious for some reason. I had no idea he was about to die. All my physical actions should have alerted me to something being up, but it didn't. Instead of sleeping in my bedroom, I slept in the lounge and placed my home phone right next to me. Early in the morning, I got the call from my mom that he had passed away in the night. This must have been around 4am. I got up and went straight to my parents' house. He had his eyes closed and his mouth open. I picked up his hand and held it. While holding his hand, I saw a vision. (a replay of what had happened when he died). In the vision, I saw an angel of the lord come and reach down into his mouth and pull him out. He was in the form of a spirit man. He looked at my mom before leaving with the angel of the Lord. They passed through their bedroom window to the outside and disappeared.
There was much activity after that as family were called and everyone turned up. The funeral director people came and zipped him into a bag and left.
Later on, I became very angry with the Lord and didn't talk to him for 9 months. My friends were worried about me, but I was stuck in this place where I couldn't understand why he didn't tell me he was about to take him home.
Please understand, he nearly died 7 years earlier. At the time, he was not saved. I wrestled with God through the night until he was completely healed, and the Lord granted him 7 more years, but I was still angry at him for taking him away without telling me… I was very angry.
After 9 months of not talking to the Lord, I finally asked him. "Why did you not tell me you were taking him home?" I heard him very clearly say, "Angel, if I told you, you would have fought with me to keep him alive, but his time was up." I knew he was right; he even reminded me of the signs that showed I was preparing for his departure. The Lord also showed me, a few days after our conversation, a vision of my dad coming down a flight of stairs to greet me.
He had a smile on his face, and I was happy after that and I had the assurance that he got home okay.
Sometimes we just need to trust that God knows exactly what he is doing, and he loves us so much that he gives us such a big heart for others, not just the ones we love.
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