Let me tell you a very moving story about a family that I know. At the time, the dad was almost 26 and the mom had just turned 23. They had 2 small children ages 4 and 3. They had a third child on the way.
One day in late Spring, they decided to go to the drag strip with friends. It was a beautiful day. The weather was more like mid-summer. It was just the kind of day that every young person wants to spend the entire day outside. The adults had a great time visiting and the children ran and played around the bleachers. Everyone had a wonderful day. Towards evening, as it will in Missouri, the weather changed. It became chilly. The friends provided blankets for the children. Everyone kept warm until the race was over.
A few days later, the 3 year old little girl developed a cough. As the days progressed, the cough deepened. The mom was starting to get concerned because she couldn't get the cough to break. She decided that the next day she would take the girl to see the doctor. Later that evening, they had friends over for dinner. The little girl told her mom that she was tired and wanted to go to bed. The mom excused herself from the table and put the little girl in bed. An hour later, the mom went back to check on the little girl. She came running out of the bedroom and told her husband that something wasn't right. They rushed the girl to the hospital. The hospital that they took her to was located next to the Missouri River.
As the girl was put into the hospital bed, she remembers looking across the room. There was a little boy in the bed across from her that looked like Alfalfa from "The Little Rascals". She couldn't figure out why he was there or why he looked so sick.
Meanwhile, out in the hall the parents were told that the little girl had double pneumonia. She had slipped into a coma shortly after arriving to the hospital. They were told her condition was critical. The parents went in to sit by the little girl's bed. The mom refused to leave the little girl's side. She sat there until finally one of the nurses made her go home. The nurse told the mother that she needed to get rest. She needed to think about her unborn baby's health, too. The mom did not want to leave. But they told her that they weren't giving her a choice. They promised her that they would let her back in after she went home and took a short nap.
The parents had not been gone long before the little girl's condition took a turn for the worse. They moved her out of the room she was in and put her in a room that the nurses referred to as "The Death Room" among themselves. Usually when patients went into this room, they did not come back out alive. They called the little girl's parents and told them that if they wanted to see their little girl one last time, they had better get to the hospital as fast as they could. The mom had a neighbor call the grandparents about the little girl's condition. The grandma called her preacher and asked him to go to the hospital to anoint and pray for the little girl. The preacher got to the hospital about the same time as the parents and the grandparents. When they went to find the little girl, they were told that they couldn't go in to see her because the medical staff was trying to do everything that they could to save the little girl.
Inside the room, the little girl heard a pleasant sound. She couldn't figure out why all of the doctors and nurses were around her bed. And why on earth was there a plastic thing over her bed. She had seen tents before, but she had never seen a clear one. And she had never had one over her bed before. And why was there gushing air? And what on earth was that funny smell? She couldn't figure any of this nonsense out. It was kind of scaring her, so she decided to go see where that pretty singing was coming from. She thought it would be hard to get out of bed because there were steel railings on each side of the bed, but surprisingly enough, she just slid right out. She looked back to see if anyone was watching her. But no one had noticed that she had gotten up. They were all still working frantically around that bed with the funny looking clear plastic tent over it. They hadn't noticed that she was gone because there was another little girl in the bed. She walked to the window. As she looked out of the window she saw the most glorious, breath-taking thing she had ever seen in her short life. Walking across the Missouri River were hundreds of angels. They were beautiful! Their voices were like nothing she had ever heard before. They floated across the water. They were headed toward the hospital. The little girl knew they were coming for her.
Meanwhile, out in the hall, the parents were wanting to get in to see the little girl. The mother wanted the preacher to pray over the little girl. The preacher said, "We don't need to go inside....we can kneel and pray here. The Lord will hear us just as good here as he will inside that room." So the mom and the preacher knelt by the door. Everyone else in the family that was there gathered around. They placed their hands upon the door and started praying.
Inside the room, the little girl was captivated by the angels. She wondered how all of those angels were going to fit in the hospital room. But Wait!!! Why were they turning around? They were leaving! The angel that had been leading the group, turned around and smiled at the little girl. Then they all disappeared. The little girl suddenly felt tired. She hoped that other little girl would scoot over so she could get back in bed and take a nap.
As the preacher and the mom stood up from their prayer, the door opened. The head nurse stood there with tears in her eyes and she was smiling! She shook her head and told them, "We just witnessed a miracle! There's a little girl in here who just woke up and she wants her mommy!"
If you've ever wondered if angels really exist, I can tell you for absolute truth that they do. You see, I was that little girl.