I read a broken heart is the worst pain known to man, I can identify with that. Jesus died of a broken heart.
The first time I nearly died . I was a heap on the floor and racing to a very white light at the end of a tunnel . The tunnel was more like a cylinder. It felt like I was going a couple of hundred K's an hour. I did see my life flash before me and felt like my spirit was leaving my body. Then suddenly I was back again. someone was praying and the Delirious song "open the gates' was playing which got me through. I couldn't sleep for 3 days and had to get strong sleeping tabs. I'm so pleased I didn't have a gun, the pain was so great I could've easily shot myself. So pleased I didn't, it's not worth letting the other side win. The pain seemed to come from kilometeres down in my stomach. I groaned and rolled around for days. I sobbed for hours and hours. Finally found out what sobbing is really like. My saying is 'A hug is worth a 1000 prayers'. More about that later.
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