I would like to share with you what my adult son and I lived through over a year ago. I don’t know what word to use, as the word gratitude is not strong enough for the healing my son had.
I put my son mentally in the arms of our Father-Mother God, knowing that He was taking care of him.
One day, in August 2013, I received a phone call from the emergency room telling me that my son had been brought in with severe stomachaches and that he had lost consciousness. I immediately felt that I should remain faithful to divine Truth. I put him mentally in the arms of our Father-Mother God, knowing that He was taking care of my son. When I saw him at the hospital, he didn’t look good at all. The medical staff started to proceed with various tests. My son regained consciousness, little by little.
