This is the "spiritual experience" lived by my Aunt Neva, during her pace maker surgery.  It was told to, and is told by my Momma Pat...

Neva's Glimpse of Heaven:

Upon going into the hospital room to sit with Neva today, she began telling me about the experience she'd had  the day before during  her surgery.  They didn't put her to sleep while implanting the pace maker, and she was only given Valium in an IV to relax her.  She needed to be awake so she could respond to the operating room staff & doctor.  She said the pain was horrible, worse than any pain she had ever had.  As I reported yesterday, what should of lasted an hour, turned into a 4 hour long surgery, during which Neva was aware of every word spoken.  Neva is a very petite lady in her 70's.  She kept hearing them talking about her small frame, and she sensed the difficulties the surgeon was having hitting the vein.  As it was well past the time that she should of came "out" of the surgery, the pain became unbearable.  She said she felt it go all the way down her leg, and into her foot.  She said she heard the surgeon say "She's going under! Neva!  Neva!"  She heard them call a 99 code for the operating room (meaning they were having serious problems with a patient) and she knew it was her.  The the numbness began in her body.   Suddenly she could no longer see the hospital staff or equipment in the operating room.  She was surrounded by the most beautiful clouds.  She saw beautiful stair steps going up and curving as they disappeared into the clouds.  She felt such peace, and she wanted to climb up the stairs.  Then she heard someone calling "Neva, Neva, come back!!"  Suddenly she was back in the operating room, and another surgeon was working on her (actually they had called in another surgeon to finish working on her).  She was able to hit the vein, but the ordeal was still not over.  They had to place the pace maker in her chest, with much painful pulling and tugging on the muscles.  Neva said, by the time it was over, she wished she'd gone on up those stairs.  However, she was able to find peace, even in the pain, just by meditating on the experience she'd had.  She said it was so very real to her.

Honestly...How many of you have sat and wondered ... "is there really life after the death of our physical bodies?"  Why would Neva need to make up such a story?  Do you "honestly" believe that  once my limited time on this earth is up, and my worldly shell is dead and returned back to dust, the essence (my soul) that filled the shell dies as well???  I think not.  My soul has more worth than that.  I know that we will all return back unto our Creator.  We will all have to walk our own stairway...it's what you will hear once you get there that is most important.  I have something very powerful to share with you all that may not be washed by the blood of Jesus...but alas that will have to wait until next entry...I am sooo ready to go to bed   :)  I just want to pass along the most recent report on Aunt Neva.  She is doing better, but they are still searching for the answer to what initially started all the problems.  It's still a tough road to recovery for her so she still needs all the prayers.  Thank You one and all.  Well everyone...til fingers meet keyboard, and eyes meet screen again...take care and God Bless....Kat  <3

OOOOKKK  dear family and friends I will explain the telephone situation....SORRRRYYYYY.  Kym and I thought we had found a place, had expected to be moving within the next few days, I was coming to the end of my billing period on the phone bill, I didn't want to begin a new month, and then have to pay to get it transferred, so I figured "I can handle being without a phone for a few days."  Well the deal on the new place fell through, so I'll be in this place for a bit longer, and yeah I can survive not having a phone.  But I can't survive KYM not having a phone soooo...I had ma bell get the phone back on ASAP!!!!  So it's back on so Dad, Eric, Mom Pat, Mom Shirley, and everyone else that feels I just "poofed"   I'm back!!!!  You can call again.  :D   hahaha....love you guys....Me    <3

AN OLD CHEROKEE IS TEACHING HIS GRANDSON ABOUT LIFE:

    "A fight is going on inside of me, he said to the boy.  It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves.  One is evil...he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, self-doubt, and ego.

The other is good...he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith.  This same fight is going on inside you, and inside every other person too."

The grandson thought about it for a moment, and then asked his grandfather, "which wolf will win?"

The old chief simply replied..."The one you feed."

This is one of the many little tid-bits my Mom has sent me.  It's definately one to ponder.  I spent a period of time where it seemed the evil wolf was getting the upper hand.  I had just experienced about the most horrible emotional trauma of my life, and it had left me very angry, bitter, cold, and down right full of hate (so easy to use our traumas as a crutch ;)    Each day I arose to the beast within me howling to be fed.  "If" I had of been close to the Lord, and serving him as I should, the beast would of gotten a good dose of God's word, with prayer for dessert, stayed healthy, happy, and at peace...instead I was in the world, and with each passing moment of each day (and night), the beast was fed abudantly off the menu of negativity. The crazy part about the situation is...the more the evil wolf gorges himself on his diet of destructive emotions, and behaviour...the more starved he becomes, and a starving wolf always brings death.      What do you feed your wolf?

Thanks Mom for your pearls of wisdom...they are an inspiration.  Love you soooo much....Me  <3       Oh and Mom....feel free to leave a comment sometime  :)  xoxo

CHANGE:  Make or become different; substitute; exchange; place fresh linen on; be altered. ("the new Webster Dictionary")

I was sitting on my front porch pondering the universe when that one word came to my mind....hmm...."change".  Sooo I went and looked up the "literal" meaning of it, and then turned the magnifying glass on my life.  What is the coalition between my salvation, and that one word???...here is my interpretation...

Change: Make or become different; sbustitute; exchange; place fresh linen on; be altered.

When I accepted Christ as my Saviour, and I became "saved"   I became a different creature on the inside, and out, because Jesus substituted his self in my place on the cross.  His crucifixion provides an exchange......eternal life  instead of eternal damnation.  My sins being covered by the blood of Jesus, will cause my life to be altered, and is as comforting as fresh linen placed  on a newly made bed.  This is salvation.  So, in conclusion...for your salvation to be "real"...there has to be "change".