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illness attacked all parts of my body. I was weak and felt very sick. It attacked my eyes, ears, nose and lungs. I had trouble standing and walking. I could no longer use my hands to write. In fact, for one of my surgeries I had to mark an “X,” because I could not write my name. My fingers on one hand turned almost black.
Nighttime was the worst for the pain, but nighttime turned out to be the best for me. One night I heard a voice, the voice of an angel. The angel said, “You are going to be okay. It’s going to take time, but you will get back to normal.” Although it sounds crazy, I knew that voice was not in my head.
Weeks later, again in the quiet of the night, I heard the voice of God say to me, “I sent you an angel because I knew you needed it at that time.”
During my illness, it did not matter to me what the doctors said. I KNEW I was going to get back to normal. It was just going to take time. God had told me that.
When I look back at those years in my life, I don’t regret it. Those were the times that God comforted me.
Psalm 23 4, 6: “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. … Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.”
K. Emge








