Chocolatelover,

I have many stories that I could share but some are hard to believe.

At the time, I had severe Fibromyalgia and had been praying to die daily and nightly. This one particular Saturday morning, my husband had gone to work, and the house was empty. Out of my mind with pain, I had decided to take my own life even though I had lost use of my hands due to the disease. I turned on the fan and laid out on the bed to meditate. I felt myself rolling over to the right and falling off of the bed onto a super soft object. I laid there for some time listening to the cars pass by and was still contemplating taking my life. After a few moments, I heard my husband say "Are you going to sleep all day or what?" I opened my eyes to see him lying across the bed with his chin in his hands and dressed as he had left. I closed my eyes again. He said, "Well, are you going to get up or not?". I decided that as he had come home, I would get up and be with him. When I sat up, I was still in bed which really confused me but brushed it off. I went looking for him upstairs and nothing. I went downstairs and went from room to room, including the basement, without finding him anywhere. I could not figure out what had happened to him so I looked outside and his SUV was gone. I thought he had left but called him at work anyway. He was still at work... 35 miles away.

I know that I was not asleep. The song that I was listening to on 103.3FM was Spirit in the Sky.

Namaste
Peacemaker