EDITOR'S NOTE: For the past two weeks, the Times Free Press has published stories from readers about life experiences they attribute to divine intervention. We'll publish another each week as your stories continue to arrive. If you have one to share, email Life@timesfreepress.com, or mail to Life Department, Chattanooga Times Free Press, 400 E. 11th St., Chattanooga, TN 37403.
This week, Kenneth H. Williams of Cleveland, Tennessee, shares two experiences. He says his daughter has never forgotten the vision he describes in the first story.
When my daughter was 4 1/2 years old, she developed Type 1 diabetes and was on insulin. While we were getting the amount of insulin she needed regulated, our doctor told us to check her sugar every two to three hours in case it was low. We let her sleep with us and set the alarm to awaken every two to three hours because her doctor told us if it got too low she could go into a coma.
One night while we were all asleep, she sat up in bed and said, "Daddy, check my sugar. It's low."
While I ran to get her some juice, my wife checked it, and sure enough it was very low, in the 30s. (Editor's note: Normal levels range from 70 to 140 milligrams per deciliter, or mg/DL.)
While I was gone to get her juice, she told her mother that while she was asleep, a man dressed in white with a glow around him came and stood at the foot of our bed and told her, "Honey, wake up. Your sugar is low."
She is now 32 years old, and ever since that night, if her sugar gets low, she wakes up.
I pastor a small church, and several years ago I was praying about what to preach on the coming Sunday. The Scripture kept coming to me in Romans 8, verse 37: "Nay in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us."
At the time, I had a car with a radio that only played occasionally, but I kept it on J103 for gospel music and programs. This particular time, my radio had not played for several days, but as I once again was praying and asking the Lord if that was the Scripture that I was to use for the coming Sunday, my radio all of a sudden came on and the first words that came across the radio were: "Nay in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us."
This was a program that a friend of mine had on the radio that was called "More Than Conquerors," and immediately when he said these words, my radio went off and didn't play anymore for several days. I felt like I had my answer on what to preach on.