A collection of true stories
about miracles and divine intervention; a book of comfort and hope in
our troubled times, an affirmation that we are never alone, even in our
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Be Afraid of the Storm...
He lay on his back, his eyes
closed, listening to
Jessie’s soft breathing. If he could fall asleep, he could escape the
terrible feeling, he thought.
Sleep came to him, but it was a disturbing
sleep. From his half-awake state he heard a voice murmuring his name.
It called softly but insistently. Then something invisible began to
pull the pillow from underneath his head, inch by inch. Even in his
semiconscious state, he grabbed his pillow and hung on. Suddenly, the
unseeable force delivered a mighty yank. August’s eyes popped open just
as his pillow was snatched from under his head, and he was left holding
its weight dangling over the side of the bed.
“Is that you, Jessie?” he whispered, pulling the
pillow up on the bed.
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