School was good.  I had mostly “A’s” on my report cards.  I especially enjoyed English and Math.  In early December, we had just finished our poetry section in English.  That was fun for me because I truly enjoyed creative writing.  Even after that section of my English class was completed, I continued to write on my own.  It was through my writing that I would come to know Jesus.

In my eyes it was a very simple, yet beautiful poem.  In fact, nearly 3 years would come and go before I would learn the complete meaning of what I had just written.  I knew very little about God and I knew nothing about salvation. My family did not attend church, but on occasion we would say grace (God is great, God is good, let us thank Him for our food, Amen) before dinner and we sometimes would watch television shows that were Christian themed.  That was about the extent of my knowledge of God except for one Sunday's sermon that occurred a few months prior to my writing this poem.  My best friend Jack had asked me to attend one special church service with him.  I was so happy when my parents gave me permission to go to this outdoor service at the base chapel.  I remember sitting under the shade of a large tree listening to the pastor.  I did not really understand all that was being said, but nevertheless my spirit was soaking up every word.  Looking back, I know this was a divine appointment that changed my eternal destiny because it set my heart into motion.

I could not believe my eyes.  My dark room was glowing from the brightness of my visiting angel that was gently hovering three feet above me.  Suddenly I became frightened again.   I realized this angel was much larger than me.  At that instant the angel started to move closer to me and I yelled for my mom to come to my room.  I didn’t make a sound, so I yelled again.  At that moment the angel crossed her arms over her chest and a solemn look came over her face.  The angel then began ascending towards my bedroom ceiling.  The angel moved back and stood in an upright position.  The solemn look remained on the angel’s face and her love seemed to radiate towards me.  Instantly the angel became a blue glowing light in the ceiling corner of my room.  Just then my mother opened my bedroom door and asked me what was wrong.  I told her there was someone in my room.  My mother assured me no one was in my room and that I must have been dreaming.  I pointed to the blue light in the corner of my room.  My mother saw no light and told me to get to sleep.

Immediately when my mother left and closed my door, I understood everything that had just happened.  Both my mother and I were looking at the same corner of my room at the same moment.  My mother saw nothing, yet I saw a blue glowing light.  I knew instantly this was all that remained of the angel who welcomed me the night my name was written in Heaven.  My heart had been seeking God.  That night God placed a poem in my heart that showed me what I needed to know.  Although I did not fully understand everything, God gave me the foundation of what He was all about.  I read His words from my heart back to Him.  God heard me and sent me confirmation by way of His angel.   I immediately prayed to God again.  This time I had no written words to read.  I spoke from my heart.  I told God that I was sorry for being frightened by His angel.  I asked God to stay with me always.  Finally, I drifted off to sleep for several hours and woke up around midnight.  To my surprise when I looked at the corner of my room, the blue light was still there.  I knew God had heard my prayer and that He would always be by my side.

I have often wondered why God allowed me to see one of His angels.  I believe it is because He knew I would believe what I saw and that I would share that knowledge with everyone I could. God knew that before I could share my faith, I had to grow in it first.  When I moved to Florida, God placed a Christian by the name of Brenda in my life.  One Saturday night we got together and talked about God, Jesus, and Salvation.  When I shared with Brenda what had happened to me, she became full of joy.  Brenda told me how blessed I was to have seen one of the angels who was rejoicing on the night I was saved.  I learned all about the sinner’s prayer and was astounded to learn the full meaning of my poem “Jesus Please”.  I asked Brenda what God would want me to do now being that I fully understood I was “saved”.  The next day I went to church with Brenda...and I was baptized.

That was over 30 years ago.  Although I have not always been the best person or always did the right thing in every instance, my heart has been set on Jesus ever since.  Today, I thirst for His Word… I hunger to know Him more and more…and my heart aches for His soon return.