by Willie Mewborn

Created on: January 29, 2009

One day I returned home from having worked all night. I was tired and feeling a bit down in the dumps. I just felt that nothing was really going my way. Everything that I had been praying for just seemed to come to a complete standstill. Nothing seemed to be happening for me. My dreams of a better life and a larger home seemed beyond my reach. Being extra tired that day I soon drifted off to sleep as I began focusing on the things of God.

I began dreaming soon afterwards. The dream was so real until I could barely tell whether I was dreaming until I awakened. I dreamed that I was living in the most beautiful home I have ever seen. It was very big and spacious. I could not ask for a better home. It was like nothing that I had ever seen. I soon realized that Heaven had opened just for me!

I saw myself carefree and at peace in my home and with the new life that the Lord had given. Each night I would drift off to sleep. It was the most pleasant sleep that I had ever had. Each night after I had fallen asleep a tall angelic-being of a man would find his way into my bedroom. He would gently awaken me at approximately the same time each night. He was not even invited but He would come each night of his own freewill. I never even knew how he let himself in at such late hours of the morning.

My tall angel visited me every night. He came so often until my family started asking, "Who is that man going to your room every night? And what is he doing in your room?" I never gave them an answer because I didn't even know who he was. All I knew is that I was always at peace with this precious angel. He never said or did anything to offend me or even upset me. It was as if he knew my heart and could read my thoughts. He knew that I needed a friend and he became that friend that I needed so desperately.

As this tall angel of a man came into my bedroom, He would awaken me and begin speaking. I can't remember much of what he said. But it was as if he was ministering to me without even discussing what was on my mind. Sometimes I believe that he could read my thoughts. He knew what to say to me and how to make me feel better without even mentioning what I was concerned about or what was running through my mind. It was as if the things that were boggled up inside of me where of no real concern to him. He was more concerned about coming to visit me and speak to me. His presence just made all the difference to me. When he visited I knew everything would be all right. So, I always looked

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