‘My Witness of Christ’ is in the beginning stages covering the testimonies that I have experienced throughout my life walking with Christ. Including healing scriptures that I found in the scriptures last year when I was near death. I still read these daily to remind me of the mercy and compassion God has for all who seek His Face.
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After I physically recovered, but was still mourning the loss of our baby, I was taking a hot shower one morning. The bathroom was filled with steam as a flashback of the morning when I realized I was miscarrying filled my mind. I remembered getting into a hot shower trying to stop labor, but instead my body began losing the baby. I remembered thinking that women seeking abortions asked for this to happen to them. As my mind rehearsed that morning, I fled the glass shower putting my towel around me. Even though the room was filled with steam, I glanced at the mirror across the vanity. The left side of the mirror began across from the shower. I could clearly see the right side of a man’s face. As I stared at it, the steam cleared in that spot, and an entire face emerged in full color. He had light- brownish, shoulder length hair, parted down the middle with no bangs. I’ll never forget His blue eyes. I seemed to fall into them and without using words, He told me that everything was going to be alright. I felt His peace and grace encompass me. That’s when as mysterious as He appeared, he disappeared. I quickly got dressed and called Jim to tell him what happened. Next, I called Fr. Tierney and told him. He was glad I was feeling better and made an appointment to have lunch with me in a few days before his appointment with Jim at the clinic.
A few days later, I prepared lunch for Fr. Tierney to join us. When he arrived, he had the monthly Catholic Magazine folded under his arm and a wrapped gift for me. I began retelling him about the man I saw in the mirror. At that time, I had never seen a picture of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. (I wasn’t raised Catholic, and we had been away from the church for a while.) When he showed me the cover of the magazine I began to cry. It was the Man I saw in the mirror. The same face, light-brown hair, and blue eyes! The same look in the eyes that told me everything was going to be alright! Fr. Tierney, then asked me to open the gift. It was a framed painting of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. Fr. Tierney said he knew who it was the moment I said, “I fell into His eyes and felt peace and grace encompass me.” Fr. Tierney told me that other people over the years have had similar experiences. He was so sure; he brought the painting to give to me. Later, I found out that Kathy Hoffman had recently given it to him. The painting hangs by my front door above a picture of the Sacred Heart of Mary from that moment to this day.