Father Knows Best

Well, I was sort of a problem teenager (I'm still a teen but I've reformed).
I ran away and my family was out looking for me. My dad was looking in this underground tunnel in my town that runaways hide out in sometimes...they call it the "Hellhole." I actually had been there for a little while earlier, but I'd left with some people I knew from school and we were off partying.

Anyway, my dad's flashlight's batteries were dead and he went to buy more. He meant to go to Kroger but he missed the turn and ended up at Walmart. In the meantime, the people I was with had dropped me off at Walmart! Dad told the security guard he was looking for his missing daughter and the guy said, "There's a little red-haired girl sitting
up front." Dad was like, "No, that's not my kid" ( I had dyed my hair to alter my appearance). But he came up to talk to me anyway, because he thought I might know where she was. I was sitting on a bench, kind of stoned and very sorry I had run away.

I said "God, please just end this one way or another." I looked up and there was my dad. When he saw it was me he started crying and fell to his knees and said "Thank you, Father!" We hugged. Of course, I got yelled at and punished and all, but I'm still glad God led my dad to me that night. Before I wasn't sure I believed in Him, but now I know I do.  is.

Spirit of Father Lives On

This story is about the spirit of my father in law who passed away 5 years
ago this April. You see my father in law used to live in house I live in now.
He had the big bedroom in the front of the house. He always woke at 6 A.M., got up and fed the birds outside his window. Now since his soul has gone to heaven every morning at 6 A.M. you can feel a cold wind go through my room in the front of the house and if you look out on the ledge the birds he used to feed sit on the window sill. The birds remain there for about 10 minutes and then they go away till the next morning just as they used to do every morning with my father in law.

Mom Calls Home

Just like any other evening, I arrive home from work and check my answering machine for messages. I had three messages. The first one was from a friend, the second, a coworker, the third, my mother. MY MOTHER!!! She passed away April 4th 1999 (Easter Sunday.)

At first, I wasn't paying attention to the message, as it sounded like a
radio voice, in slow speed, static in the background. I played it a few
times. Time to get dinner ready, I saved the message.

My husband then went through the messages himself, thinking that I had not listened to them. He said to me, "Did you hear that weird message? The one that sounds like it is from another planet?". I replied that I did.

We then ate dinner, put the baby to sleep and the both of us sat on the bed and played it again. This time, I put my ear to the machine and heard the message, "Cathy, Cathy, pick up the  phone," I looked at my husband and my mouth dropped. Just like my mother used to say on my answering machine when she was alive (she hated talking to the machine)!

I told this to my youngest sister who said that she had gotten a message on her machine "Jen, are you home, never mind, I just wanted to talk." It was my mothers voice she said.

My phone call and her phone call were days apart. And we do believe that she is trying to communicate with us as she was unable to speak the last few months of her young life.