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~The Beautiful Hands of the Bridegroom(A true story)
   "Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two, and this story . . . "


~My grandmother called me one day disturbed  by a recurring open vision, 
  saying, “Two beautiful hands were let down unto me from the ceiling. 
  “What does it mean? I keep seeing these hands every night after 
   I lie down in bed.” 

~Immediately, I knew the answer.  I said, grandma, the left hand has 
   a wedding ring, on the left finger, does it not? A brief silence on the 
   other end of the phone, “Why yes John it sure does, now that you 
   mention it. It is the most beautiful wedding ring that I have ever seen.” 
   To which I replied, “Granny, it is your Lord assuring you that He is your 
   spiritual husband. Do not be sad when He comes to take you home“ 
   I reassured my eighty year old grandmother. She said, ”Yes that is exactly 
   what it means. I had not thought of that.” 

~This was a divinely granted clear plan given to my granny afterwards 
   she was never frightened of death again. 

~A few days later, my expression of principle said,” One day soon I will 
   awaken your granny New in the night and tell her to go into the living 
   room and sit on the couch, for it will be the time that I will take her 
   soul home with me. 

~About eight months later the shuttle truck for the elderly stopped at 
   my granny’s door one morning to take her into town for dinner with her 
   friends. She did not answer the door. The body could be seen through 
   the window, sitting upright on the couch hands folded in lap with head 
   leant to one side as if asleep. The fully clad body wore house shoes... 
   This was the adoption of my dear granny… Martha New.

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