In His Arms

A story of Faith.. How does anyone explain why they believe the Faith they have . I can only tell you through the eyes of a 5yr old child . That child being myself so let me rewind a bit in time . It was preschool to 1st grade , I would fall into a vegetable state at school , with my head down on the desk . My Mother was a very talented RN and worked in triage at St. Francis Hospital She would take me to the best of Pediatrics , only to be told ," take her home give her a aspirin, if fever gets to high , and call us in the morning . All I can remember is this. I was laying on my Mothers bed as from the ceiling it appeared a man that resembled "Jesus Christ ' and his Angels , 6 on each side lifted me from the bed in his arms , and took me to a place of warmth , light and love like I have never felt before since. I was held by him as he said , you can stay here and no longer feel pain , or you may go back. I wanted so badly to stay , but I thought of my Mothers tears , and I was sent right into my little body again only to miss that feeling I had my whole life "in His Arms " I got up out of bed , walked to the living room , where I saw my Mother in the distance baking .' The Grinch whom stole Christmas ' was on TV. I then noticed a tree all lighten up with decorations, I walked towards my Mom with a blanket in my hand . My Mom turned and she had a plate of cookies , her face white as a ghost . I asked her " Mommy , Is it Christmas ? " she started to cry , and held me as she said " Yes Honey , it is , it is Christmas Eve. " as her tears hit my shoulder . I then asked " Why are you crying ? " Santa Claus is coming ! " I replied, as happy as a little 5 yr. old could be. I was taken to a Chiropractor that week ,as a last result , He told her it was simply a miracle I was alive . My Spine was out of place and no Oxygen was going to my brain , in one or 2 days , I would be brain dead. I found out later in my life at 18 yrs. old , it was shaken baby syndrome . My Father confessed to me as he to cried , at his Moms home at Christmas time . He had carried the guilt with him for years . He was a born again Christian , and a new life he had wanted with true forgiveness . I forgave him , I know the man whom lifted me was Jesus Christ that night , and there is nothing ugly at all there , so I know he to forgave him . Since then ..I have never doubted , I know he goes by many names , It is Jesus Christ all the same .