This true angel story was sent to us by Kathy Noel DeCaria...
On the morning of March 31st 1987, around 3:00 am, as I slept alone in my apartment, I was aroused by three very gentle tugs of my bed covers, by the foot area of the bed. I had my bed covers up around my neck, which is always how I sleep. I did not awaken, but was aware of SOMETHING. I guess I fell back to sleep, but the same three gentle tugs came again. I again was aroused, but again did not open my eyes.
The third time the tugging happened, I was aroused enough to turn around to my right, and open my eyes...
What I saw was a most beautiful man standing, now away from my bed, by the side of my bedroom wall. A white light surrounded him from head to foot. All I could see of his skin, were his hands and face, which was a dark bronze type color, but not real dark. He was not looking at or facing me now, but was facing my living room door, which was open. As I stared at him, I took in his garment. He was wearing the most beautiful white long robe. He had a sash around his waist of the same color, but about six inches high. The white robe was a color white that I remember as being so beautiful that I had never seen such a beautiful cloth before. He had a white turban wrapped around his head, which covered all hair. Like I said, all I could see was his face and hands. He stood very straight and his arms were straight down by his side. What a beautiful face he had. He had to have been almost eight feet tall. I say that because my ceilings in that apartment were at least that high, and he almost reached the ceiling.
He said, "Do not be afraid. It is the voice of god. Read Isaiah, man of the patient realm." At this point, I do not know how he got from the wall to the side of my bed, but somehow he was right there. He reached out his mighty arms as he bent over coming down, as if he were going to pick me up; which is exactly what he did. All of a sudden I was cradled in his arms, but I now felt as if I was just a little baby, cradled in the arms of her mother, wrapped in a warm blanket. Then I heard a noise that sounded like a whizzing sound, and we were moving in that sound. Then, we were standing on a very rich and beautiful earth, which somehow I could seem to feel with what seemed now to be BARE FEET. We were in some sort of what seemed like a market place. There were others walking around like him, in the same white robes. Some were alone and some were walking in pairs. We were facing a booth, which resembled a booth at a carnival.
Inside the booth were three rows high of the largest vessels, hand crafted, in type. He then said to me while standing on my right side, "Choose something." I said, "I don't have any money." He then answered, "You don't need money here, everything is free." At this point I remember hearing that same whizzing sound and remember that we again seemed to be moving at a great speed. Now we are again standing by the same side of my bed. He very slowly begins to lean over, with me in his arms. Again feeling like a child cradled in a warm blanket, he begins to lean over and carefully and very gently place me back into my body. I could now feel my body in the bed, and he was gone. I thought about it for a while, because it all happened so fast.
Realizing that something happened, I got up out of bed and turned on a nightlight to write down, "Isaiah, man of the patient realm." For the next few days, I read the Book of Isaiah. I found out that God is real, and that he heard all my cries for help; proof that he was indeed there.