Her voice sounded like a cry of the dead. She inhaled a deep breath and proclaimed the words, “Oh, no, not the water! The water is too cold—take me back, take me back! Mommy said it’s not time to come home!"
She then shook her head as though her body became afloat. Slowly her eyes opened and she murmured, “Whoa, whoa, what happened? Where was I? Mommy, why are those people up there laughing at me?”
I darn near froze right then and there. The reality set in, and it was all I could do to curl up and sob.
My Lord and Savior brought her back to me, I thought.
There was a great deal of comfort and lots of sadness. I was sad and happy at the same time. Saddened that I’d actually lost her, but happy God had given her a second breath of life. I found joy in my life to have gotten her back.
I completely melted after hearing her words. It was an added joy as I smiled through the tears. The people she’d asked about were angels — the ones laughing. They along with my Savior sent her back. It had been the amazing power of prayer. China said she wasn’t ready, they listened, and He allowed her to return.
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