"For Lifting Souls"
Inspirational Messages to "Up Lift Souls"
Now I Can Breath
A True Story About Ms. Danna
A True story about Ms. Danna
[not her real name]
This Morning, as I was studying and researching material for an upcoming event, I momentarily thought about an incident which happened in my past work life. I worked at a senior living facility for several years, and Ms. Danna was a special lady to me. We became very close although she was much older than me; she 'unofficially' adopted me as one of her grandchildren.
Ms. Danna was different, in many ways, from some of the residents in that she looked only at the hearts of people and did not care about the ethnicity of individuals -- the color of a person's skin didn't matter to her. However, she was physically very sick and used a portable oxygen concentrator. Whenever I was working I often visited her apartment; I just loved listening to her wisdom as she shared her life with me. Ms. Danna made sure that she had an ample supply of apples and oranges to offer to anyone who visited her.
One Friday morning, before I started my shift, I had to deliver a message to her from the supervisor. After giving it to her and as I turned to leave her apartment she asked me to sit down. I noticed that her facial expression was different from her usual cheerful appearance.
She said; "I am going home."
I said; "You are home!"
She replied; "when you come back to work on Monday, I will be dead."
I said; "Ms. Danna, please don’t talk that way; don't say that!"
She looked at me and said; "I have one request for you; when I 'pass away' please go to my memorial service and tell my family I said – Now I Can Breathe."
The emotion of that moment caused tears to flow from my eyes as I was walking out the door, I turned around and looked at her and said; "I have one request for you as well."
She said; What is it?"
I said; "Please save me a seat; and tell God I am trying."
She said; "I will."
The conversation above took place when I was a young man, and it happened on a Friday afternoon. Therefore, my thoughts and concerns were centered on the activities I had planned for that weekend. Once I clocked out that afternoon, I forgot about the conversation she and I had.
When Monday came, I naturally went straight to my office as usual, and I hadn't thought about my conversation with Ms. Danna since the previous Friday afternoon. However, someone walked into my office and said; "Leon, have you heard that Ms. Danna passed away?" My heart immediately sank into my stomach; then all that I could think about was my last conversation with her. As I waited for her family to make preparations for her 'home going' service I became very nervous.
Finally, I received the information I needed, and I went to her memorial service. Nervous as a 'cat running from a dog,' I walked through the doors of the chapel and I saw her family sitting together, and several of them were crying uncontrollably. Then I saw her daughter; I walked over to her, and I told her what her mom had asked me to do -- "Please go to my memorial service and tell my family I said -- Now I Can Breathe." Immediately her daughter's tears turned from sadness to joy. As the word spread around the room, I watch as each family member received the message Ms. Danna left them. Slowly they wiped away their tears and then they started praising God.
Ms. Danna, I kept my promise to you; and please tell God "I am still trying." And I know you will 'keep on Breathing.'
Be Careful How You Talk to People
For years I felt like I had a purpose, reason, or calling assigned to my future. But, I had no idea what it entailed. When I was in my late 20’s, I worked at a hotel here in Atlanta, Ga. And during my lunch time or breaks, I remember praying and asking God, on many occasions,
"What is it that you want or expect me to do?"
"Why do I feel like there is something that I am supposed to do that I am not doing?"
"Is there something wrong with ME?"
"Why do I feel different when my friends are around me?"
The last question, "Why I felt different when my friends were around me." Only surfaced when we were doing things that we shouldn't have been doing.
However, I was aware that people always felt comfortable talking to me; and they wouldn't hesitate to tell me their deepest secrets. How ironic is that? I had all of those "Why me" questions in my mind about my reason for my existence on this earth yet my friends trusted me with their "Why me" question about themselves.
But, I had my 'own' problems to deal with first. One afternoon, as a lady was checking in to the hotel at the front desk, the bellman was busy with another guest. Therefore, the counter clerk asked me to assist the lady with her bags – although that was not part of my responsibility. I immediately picked up her travel bags and personal items and asked her for her assigned room number. As we walked toward the elevators, she thanked me and told me how appreciative she was that I had taken time to help her. Right away, she started talking about the goodness of God and the impact He had on her life.
As a result, starting from the lobby to her room, I felt so comfortable being in her presence. After we entered her room, she asked me to sit down. I reluctantly agreed to do so. Then she said:
"Pastor let me talk to you about something."
I said, to myself: "I am not a pastor!"
She said; "I know what you’re feeling inside. You are called by God; you are going to be anointed by him, and I will be there."
When she said that, I couldn't hold back the inner emotions that had been building up inside me as she spoke. And at that moment I let it, the feelings, explode in the atmosphere and tears started to flow from my eyes -- but I didn't care about that.
I know, you are probably asking yourself,
"Why did that conversation affect him like that?
Why was he so emotional?"
I hadn't told anyone, other than my mother, about the questions I had been asking God. Thus, she was the only one who knew my thoughts on the matter. However, a hotel guest; a lady I had never met before was speaking into my life about the most private thoughts and conversations that only I, my mother, and God knew.
Wouldn't you want to know more, if that had happened to you?
Why, at the precise moment when I was in the lobby, and she had completed her 'check-in' at the Guest Services Counter, we met?
Why was the bellman busy with another guest at that specific moment?
Why did the guest services counter clerk ask me to help with her travel bags when that was not the norm?
Who was she?
Why did she desire to speak to me at that moment?
How exactly, did she know what to say to me?
Long after the encounter with the hotel guest, my mother told me she had a conversation with a pastor, we both knew, about me; but she never said anything to that pastor about my encounter with the hotel guest. Later I met with that pastor, and we started talking to each other more frequently. And one Sunday morning, as he was preaching, he called my name and asked me to come to him as he walked down the middle aisle of the sanctuary. I met him, and he placed his hands on me and prayed.
As he prayed, I could not believe the words that he was saying which were directly consistent with what the hotel guess told me would happen. As I stood there listening to him, my mind went back to that day when I met with her in her room and the prophecy she spoke. I do believe I was in the presence of God while I was with her.
ANGELS BELIEVE WHAT YOU WANT, BUT I KNOW, IN MY HEART,
IT WAS GOD!
Hebrew 13:2 Be not forgetful to entertain Strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.
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