Front Porch Chat

Front Porch Chat 

 

 

I’m sure you’ve heard the saying, “A day late and a dollar short”, well that’s me today.  Yesterday’s suggested topic for the Ultimate Blog Challenge was If you were sitting on your front porch or in a coffee shop with one of your blog readers, what would you chat about? What would you like them to know? Or what would you like to know about them?  So I’m going to use this topic today and have a front porch chat with my readers.

 

I’m not a coffee drinker, but I have delicious hot chocolate topped with whipped topping, please join me on the porch as I give you a little known fact about me.

 

Have you ever been to heaven?  Well I have and it was so beautiful, let me tell you about when I went to heaven.   It was a morning back in 2000 when I was at the chiropractor’s office and I passed out.  When the ambulance and fire department arrived, I could hear people asking me questions and I was answering them, or so I thought.  It seems like I was answering them but the words weren’t coming out.  I heard them say my blood sugar level was critically low and they kept telling me to wake up.  It was at that time when I floated up to heaven.  It was so peaceful and beautiful with Angels floating all around me.

 

They weren’t Angels as we see in pictures with wings and white gowns, they were more of a wispy, floating image similar to beautiful clouds.  I could see the paramedics down below telling me not to go to sleep and again I was talking to them without words coming out.  I kept calling out to Dr. Duncan, I couldn’t see him, just the paramedics and firemen.  The Angels were surrounding me and I felt so much at peace, it was almost like everything in heaven was in slow motion.   Again I asked where Dr. Duncan was as the paramedics were giving me an IV.  I could see and hear everything that was happening below from the corner of heaven where I was waiting with the Angels.  At this time I saw Dr. Duncan on the other side of the table and it was then that the Angels floated me back down telling me it wasn’t my time and I had to be with my family.  The Angels spoke like I did when I was trying to reply to the paramedics.  I didn’t actually see the Angels speaking but I heard them inside of me.  They whisked me to the emergency room to get my blood sugar level under control and the next day, other than being tired, I was fine.  I will never forget this beautiful day that happened 17 years ago, it is still so vivid in my mind.  Some people won’t or can’t understand my trip to heaven, but that’s okay, all that matters is that I’m here today because of the Angels.

 

I’m the type of person who doesn’t have to see or hear things to believe, I just know.   I love this song, Without Seeing You by David Haas, it fits me so well.

I hope you have enjoyed having a front porch chat with me!

 

 

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Martha Demeo

I started my blog to review products. Since then it has evolved and now I teach people how to earn money online from the comfort of their home. Join the conversation. Leave a comment below.

6 Discussion to this post

  1. Indeed, I enjoyed your Front Porch chat very much. Actually, I had once a similar experience as I coded in the hospital. From that experience I felt that we do not have to fear death.
    You described your experience so lovely with you added beautiful pictures.

  2. Martha says:

    Thanks for visiting Roy!

  3. Thanks for the hot chocolate and the chat!! That’s a beautiful story of your visit to heaven. I’m glad it wasn’t yet time for you to go. 🙂

  4. Martha says:

    It’s great to know someone else that had a similar experience Ute. I hope yours was as beautiful as mine was. Some people raise their eyebrows or laugh and say it didn’t happen, I (and you) know different. Thanks for visiting my front porch and sharing your experience also.

  5. Martha says:

    Glad you stopped by Jeanine, it was definitely beautiful in heaven but I too am glad it wasn’t my time.

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