John F. Demartini. Count Your Blessings: The Healing Power of Gratitude and Love (Kindle Locations 110-121). Kindle Edition.
…a lovely woman named Josephine who shared her inspirational story with me a few years ago. She was 77 when I met her and is still one of the most vital people I know. She exudes energy and has such love and spark that her eyes twinkle, and she almost seems to glow. Her story began when she was in her late 50s. Doctors determined that she had a malignant brain tumor and scheduled surgery for a few days later. She was instructed to go home and rest in the meantime.
“Those three days were the worst, and the best, days of my life,” Josephine said. I sat out on the back-porch swing and listened to the birds sing and reviewed my life. I knew that somehow my frequent anger and frustration, and all the times I behaved in an unloving manner, had added up to that moment. I laughed and I cried, and I realized that the events in my life that seemed so awful when they were happening often led to something beneficial down the road. And it occurred to me that perhaps-somehow-that was true for my tumor as well.
Josephine contacted her family members and asked them to please come see her. While she waited for their arrival, she wrote each of them a letter thanking them for all the love they had shown her, for all the thoughtful favors they had done, and for the many gifts they had given her throughout the years. They all arrived the day before her scheduled operation, accompanied her to the hospital the following day, and shared stories and laughed until visiting hours were over.
When everyone had gone, as Josephine looked out her window at the stars, she began to be thankful for all her blessings. She was so filled with love that tears of gratitude streamed down her face. She recalls: I felt completely immersed in love, and I felt a complete sense of inner peace.
Then I thought I saw a light go on behind me, and I turned around to see what looked like a beautiful young woman with long, flowing hair smiling at me and radiating with light. She said she was an angel who felt my love, and she had come to reassure me that everything would be okay; that I would have plenty of time to fulfill my life’s purpose. And then she said, “Always remember that it was your love and your appreciation that brought healing to you, Josephine. You are blessed.” I closed my eyes when she hugged me, and when I opened them, she was gone.
Josephine spent the rest of the night wide awake, thinking about what had happened, and wondering what her life’s purpose was. As she thought about what she’d really love to do, she realized that she wanted to be a counselor or therapist, and she decided that she’d begin applying to colleges in order to fulfill this dream.
When morning came and Josephine’s children arrived, she told them that she no longer needed to have the operation and asked them to take her home. Her doctor strongly advised her against leaving, but she insisted. She promised that she’d return in a few months for a checkup and would call him if she had any problems. By the time Josephine returned for her exam, her energy and vitality had returned, and her doctor and her family celebrated when they learned that the tumor, which had been slightly smaller than a golf ball, had miraculously disappeared.
Hebrews 1:14 Are not all angels ministering spirits sent to serve those who will inherit salvation?