My Valentine's Day Testimony
Valentine's Day has always been a sort of sad day for me. I started desperately at the age of 6 to get a valentine for the big day. I asked little boys all the time. Most of them turned me down. I did have one good Valentine's Day. I have it written down. My memory loss took out those years and I can't even put a picture in my head of guy I went out with. He's my spiritual brother and I still care alot for him but my mind won't remember him. Occasionally a phone number pops into my head with his name. I dialed it a few times but I know his mother thinks I'm nutts so I just don't anymore. So that friend gave me a special Valentine's, but other than that one night, they've been gloomy and tear filled.
So Valentine's Day 3yrs ago came after my incident in January that left me confused and in pain. I had lost my ability to function. I lost my knowledge of everyday things. I couldn't work. We were losing the house. We'd just had the cable man disconnect our line. I was doing what I could to survive but I was depressed. That day as I sat on the couch glaring out the window, my husband was watching Dr. Phil shower his wife with Valentine's Day surprises.
I watched as he got ready to leave for fishing. He wanted me to hop to my feet, hug him, kiss him, and see him out the door like I always had, but I didn't. I was in pain, I didn't want to have to grab a cane to walk, and I just waved goodbye to him from the couch. He looked at me and said " even if I had millions of dollars to spend on you, I wouldn't spend a dime because you aren't worth a penny! " Then he left.
I sat on the couch feeling sorry for myself as I saw a car pull into our driveway. I only caught a glimpse of the car and it was the usual time of the day for my mother n law to come and ask for her granddaughter. I shrugged it off, assuming it was her. Our daughter at that time (she's healed now) but at that time she was losing her hearing and was down to 50% deaf. She saw what looked like Granny's car and she burst open the door and skipped down the steps. She slowed for some reason, I figured she was just playing around with Granny.
Suddenly I was snapped out of my selfish daze when I heard the 3yr old across the street yelling. " Angel get back its a stranger! "
I don't know how, but I jumped to my feet running, cane left behind. I saw before me a car full of men, four I think. The driver was wearing a red bandana and spoke with a Spanish accent. " Come to me little girl. We'll go for a ride. "
I ran down the drive and wrapped my arms around my daughter as she was less than six feet from the man's arms. The front passenger was in the process of getting out to grab my baby. I grabbed her and I ran backwards with her. The passenger jumped in and slammed his door shouting in Spanish. The car sped away. I was in shock and unable to get a description or a plate number. The police never did locate them as far as I know, but to this day, they patrol our area at least twice a day.
I gave this testimony of how God had protected my child that day. They brought in the police officers to talk with the children and to this day, they still do that at least twice a year. I watch my daughter as much as possible. Her hearing was restored last year. She's seven now and likes her independence but she knows that God is watching out for her. She knows she has a guardian angel. Yes, she even knows that Mommy is watching from the window anytime she's outside playing.
Thanks for reading & Happy Valentine's Day
Valentine's Day has always been a sort of sad day for me. I started desperately at the age of 6 to get a valentine for the big day. I asked little boys all the time. Most of them turned me down. I did have one good Valentine's Day. I have it written down. My memory loss took out those years and I can't even put a picture in my head of guy I went out with. He's my spiritual brother and I still care alot for him but my mind won't remember him. Occasionally a phone number pops into my head with his name. I dialed it a few times but I know his mother thinks I'm nutts so I just don't anymore. So that friend gave me a special Valentine's, but other than that one night, they've been gloomy and tear filled.
So Valentine's Day 3yrs ago came after my incident in January that left me confused and in pain. I had lost my ability to function. I lost my knowledge of everyday things. I couldn't work. We were losing the house. We'd just had the cable man disconnect our line. I was doing what I could to survive but I was depressed. That day as I sat on the couch glaring out the window, my husband was watching Dr. Phil shower his wife with Valentine's Day surprises.
I watched as he got ready to leave for fishing. He wanted me to hop to my feet, hug him, kiss him, and see him out the door like I always had, but I didn't. I was in pain, I didn't want to have to grab a cane to walk, and I just waved goodbye to him from the couch. He looked at me and said " even if I had millions of dollars to spend on you, I wouldn't spend a dime because you aren't worth a penny! " Then he left.
I sat on the couch feeling sorry for myself as I saw a car pull into our driveway. I only caught a glimpse of the car and it was the usual time of the day for my mother n law to come and ask for her granddaughter. I shrugged it off, assuming it was her. Our daughter at that time (she's healed now) but at that time she was losing her hearing and was down to 50% deaf. She saw what looked like Granny's car and she burst open the door and skipped down the steps. She slowed for some reason, I figured she was just playing around with Granny.
Suddenly I was snapped out of my selfish daze when I heard the 3yr old across the street yelling. " Angel get back its a stranger! "
I don't know how, but I jumped to my feet running, cane left behind. I saw before me a car full of men, four I think. The driver was wearing a red bandana and spoke with a Spanish accent. " Come to me little girl. We'll go for a ride. "
I ran down the drive and wrapped my arms around my daughter as she was less than six feet from the man's arms. The front passenger was in the process of getting out to grab my baby. I grabbed her and I ran backwards with her. The passenger jumped in and slammed his door shouting in Spanish. The car sped away. I was in shock and unable to get a description or a plate number. The police never did locate them as far as I know, but to this day, they patrol our area at least twice a day.
I gave this testimony of how God had protected my child that day. They brought in the police officers to talk with the children and to this day, they still do that at least twice a year. I watch my daughter as much as possible. Her hearing was restored last year. She's seven now and likes her independence but she knows that God is watching out for her. She knows she has a guardian angel. Yes, she even knows that Mommy is watching from the window anytime she's outside playing.
Thanks for reading & Happy Valentine's Day
