things, he told me that maybe these angels are small in size to help me with my fear—I don’t know.They have different jobs. One just makes me feel better—I get more courage. Another helps me open my mouth and make words. One had his hands on my chest—to help me become stronger, to help me breathe. I always see the angels when they come, and even when I couldn’t talk, they could hear me. At the same time they do their jobs, they make beautiful songs for God.One time when the angels were with me in my hospital room, my daddy asked me if I wanted to sing with them. I said yes, so we played a worship song—I couldn’t sing with my mouth, but I was singing with the angels—they could hear me. This was in the days when I had to talk to people with special signals—but I didn’t need to talk that way to the angels!People have told me that after I am with the angels my face is glowing—like a thousand Christmas mornings. It’s funny that I could usually only smile with just one corner of my mouth, but that my smiles after the angels’ visits were huge. I’ve heard about Stephen’s face in the Bible when he looked up to Heaven. Maybe my face looks like that?There are different kinds of angels. People often want me to describe them, but this is hard! I can only use words like magnificent , awesome , and incredible .The angels talk to me about themselves and about me. Some of the angels are messengers, and some are warriors, and some are worshipers. One group of angels guards the walls of Heaven. These are the toughest angels of all. They are at all the posts on the wall, and the main post is the heavenly gates.My daddy asked if it was like the Great Wall of China. No, it isn’t—how can I describe this? But the angels are spread out like that.There are lots of buildings in Heaven, but I only really notice the Temple. God never leaves the throne in the Temple. There is a scroll in a glass container. It describes the end times. No one can read this scroll but Jesus.So there are a lot of different angels. The one thing they all have in common is that they are awesome!They also make me feel calm.
Chapter 6 We Meet Another World As men and women devoted to science, they had no explanation for how this could have occurred inside their hospital.
As December approached, so many incredible things had happened since the accident that we sensed that, other than Alex’s complete recovery, the biggest events were behind us. There had already been more than enough cause for praise. After all, Alex was alive, and we felt that we were being held firmly in the loving hands of God. We had experienced love and spiritual support, not to mention material support, in a manner we had not thought possible. God’s fountain of supply seemed never ending.
Hillbilly had said he sensed the Spirit of God moving in a powerful way. We were soon to be plunged deeply into a world I had known only superficially.
Science Is Confounded
Alex’s first surgery came during the month of the accident. A hole needed to be cut in his throat—a stoma—so that a ventilator could be attached and the tubes could be removed from his throat. This operation is called a tracheotomy. The surgeons would also make a small hole for a stomach tube, through which he could receive fluids and medication, as he had no ability to swallow.
How I longed to see Alex without all those monitors, machines, tubes, and wires! When the medical staff began unhooking him for the surgery, however, I became increasingly anxious. Alex needed all that stuff to survive. Could I trust that they really knew what they were doing? Silly question, I know, but in the moment, all of this was quite unnerving. As a parent looking on with absolutely no power to protect, to expedite the situation, or to keep my child safe, the feeling of helplessness was unavoidable.
Even so, from the first day of the crisis, we took every opportunity to hug Alex, speak comforting words to him, and
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