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My Life after death - Part 3


.........................Continued from last week

Now He said: your first assignment is to forgive your husband and ask him to forgive you too. He equally said that henceforth, that my husband's word is a LAW to me which I agreed. He said " as I let you live again, immediately you regain consciousness, call for your husband and make peace. (He told me all I was supposed to do in this regard). He still asked "will you do it? I said I will do it, and he said Deal? and I answered deal. Then I saw a mighty gate black in colour about 15 to 20 story building in height and the width was so massive too, close on its own accord. A gigantic padlock was used to lock the gate. Written on top of the gate was OUT OF BOUND FROM HELL, Beneath it was written FORGIVEN.

 Immediately, a mighty gushing wind entered back into my body starting from the point at which I saw the doctor insert something into me before dying. As the wind moved, any part of my body it got to, I felt that part. This continued until it got to my toes and I regained consciousness. While the wind moved, it dried up the waters that had taken over my body (This was why the doctors tried to administer a drip on me and they couldn't. No blood came out and my body swelled). As I returned back to life, I screamed for my husband (calling him all the names Jesus asked that I call him). I Jumped out of the bed as I saw my husband running to me with a smile that I have never seen on him since I married him.

 We hugged, kissed-in fact, I was over joyed. I asked them ( my husband, my sister and aunty) lets go home, I am fine. All the pains of cesarean operation was gone. I was jumping, screaming. They tried to calm me down which I refused because of my experience. At this point, I started preaching to all who could hear me in the ward where I was. They pleaded and pleaded that I should lie down and rest which I finally agreed and sat back on the bed. Then I asked my Sister - were you about to move my body to the MORTUARY? She said YES and that she had already called our daddy and brothers. My beloved ones, the Lord Jesus Christ gave me a second chance to live so I can fulfill my purpose here on earth. Praise be the name of our God!!!!!.

 Dear reader, the human mind is yet to conceive a word for what happens to a man/woman who dies without Christ Jesus. Agony, pain, torment etc does not describe it. The worst thing that can happen to you is to die without Christ. Please, pursue peace with all men, owe no man nothing but love, live peacefully with all men. If they want your trouser, give them your shirt too, if they want your skirt, give them your blouse too, meaning if they slap you on one cheek, turn the other for them. Lay hold of eternal life, work out your salvation with fear and trembling, have nothing in this world but CHRIST JESUS. Getting married, wealth, houses, having children, name it are all frivolities/vanity upon vanity.

 I pray that my testimony will help you to make a decision for Christ. Stop TOYING with sin (there is no small or big sin), (GALATIANS 5:19-21). Stay on the Lord's side, find your purpose here on earth and work at it, fight the good fight, do away with anger, malice, and all vices.( 1JOHN 1:8-10)

God gave me a baby boy but it counts for nothing if I die without Christ. He gave me a second chance....Will HE give You???. Remember He's Supreme (you can't question HIM)

READ HEBREWS 4:13. HEAVEN AT LAST!!!. SHARE TO ALL YOUR CONTACTS.

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Photo credit: Frans Ver Heerden

Mrs Tracy Brown is happily married to Mr Brown Ogbu with three kids. She is an healing Evangelist called to preach the gospel of peace. She can be reached on her whatsapp line: 08060249578

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