Michael Came to Me

by Renee Lamborn
(St. Marys, GA, USA)

I was called home by my mother because my father was dying of cancer. The family had kept his illness from me and I was in California with my husband and 4 month old son.

I was called at the last minute by my mother to return home as my father was in the care of Hospice, without me knowing, and Hospice told her that he was waiting for me.

I flew home to Georgia from California and went straight into my father's room, where he lay dying. I gave my 4 month old to my sister and was told by Hospice that my father was suffering and waiting on me.

I laid by his bedside, and held my emotions together, and told him that I love him with all of my heart and that I wished he would not suffer for me. I held him and although he could not speak I told him that I wanted him to go...it was okay and I knew where he would be.

He then went into a deep coma and I went to tell my family that he was not able to speak. My family went in to check on him for the next hour, taking turns.

I then woke up at 4 a.m. which was 5 hours later...to an angel with curly ringlets of blonde hair. He told me that my father was dead and to look up Isaiah Chapter 12. I knew his name was "Michael" for some reason.

I knew it was an angel and I went downstairs. My father had died and his Bible was bookmarked to Isaiah 12.