Leg
to the journey
When I died, my eyes were open and there were tears on my
face. This is what I’m told. The open eyes make sense to me
as I was about to step onto a platform before people and
speak, but tears? That’s slightly confusing. Why don’t you
get a cup of tea or coffee and allow me to tell you my story…
Lee Brooks
The first couple days of March 2017,
had been uneventful; quite ordinary
and normal. I was feeling well,
writing every day as I do, in my
apartment, making the bed, doing
the dishes, watching some television
- regular things.
I still remember walking out the door
that evening to go to church just like
I had done every Thursday evening
for years.
The day before, I was asked by one of
our pastors if I would please be
prepared to come forward during the
service that evening and lead a
prayer. Even that request was not
out of the ordinary. I’m frequently
asked to lead a prayer at our
Thursday night prayer service.
So, off I went. Another routine
Thursday, and just another weekly
prayer service.
Or so I thought…
….just like I had done
every Thursday evening
for years.
JASMINE'S PLACE
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