Written by Catherine Marshall (1914-1983), an American author. This was written in 1944 during a two year confinement with tuberculosis.
In the middle of the night, I was awakened. The room was in total darkness. Instantly sensing something alive, electric in the room, I sat bolt upright in bed. Past all credible belief, suddenly, unaccountably, Christ was there, in person, standing by the right side of my bed. I could see nothing but a deep, velvety blackness around me, but the bedroom was filled with an intensity of power, as if the Dynamo of the universe were there. Every nerve in my body tingled with it, as with a shock of electricity. I knew that Jesus was smiling at me tenderly, lovingly, whimsically—as though a trifle amused at my too intense seriousness about myself. His attitude seemed to say “Relax! There’s not a thing wrong here that I can’t take care of.” His personality held an amazing meld I had never before met in any one person: warm-hearted compassion and the light touch, yet unmistakable authority and kingliness. Instantly my heart wanted to bow before Him in abject adoration. Would He speak to me? I waited in awe for Him to say something momentous, to give me my marching orders. “Go,” He said in reply to my unspoken question, “Go, and tell your mother. That’s easy enough, isn’t it?” I went to where my mother and father were sleeping, woke them and said “I just want to tell you that I’ll be all right now. It seemed important to tell you tonight.” When I returned to my bedroom, that vivid presence was gone. I found myself more excited than I have ever been before or since and more wide awake. It was not until the first streaks of dawn appeared in the eastern sky that I slept again. [Within six months the doctors pronounced her completely well.]
Nevertheless, I will bring health and healing to it; I will heal my people and let them enjoy abundant peace and security [Jeremiah 33:6]
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