Our daughter was in a horrific car accident in 1998. She was in critical condition and had many surgeries.

My husband started having visions of Jesus standing with our daughter and my husband said he was yelling, "Come back, come back."

Weeks passed, and he had another vision; this time, Jesus and Melissa were sitting on a large rock. He yelled out for Melissa to come to him. My husband said to me, Jesus stood up and so did Melissa. Jesus hugged her and then kind of scooted her towards my husband.

She lived.

Then a story about you being on Oprah Winfrey came on my computer and I saw the beautiful picture you painted of Jesus. My husband came home from work and I said, I want to show you something, please sit down. I turned the screen of my computer on with that picture and my husband stood up and said, yep, that is HIM, but his hair was longer than.

Almost to the day, 25 yrs later, our daughter, Melissa, died from that car wreck she had 25 years before. She died Oct 17th 2023. It will be three years, and I miss her so.

God bless you. I bought a picture of Jesus that you painted, and it stays on the fireplace mantel facing me as I am on my computer.

Have I ever felt alone, but knew that someone was protecting me? Yes.

On December 14, 2023, my wife of 38 years breathed her last. I felt very lonely and very unready to deal with the world. I also felt grateful that someone was protecting me and taking care of all the details that I could not handle right then for me. And I knew his name: Jesus.

On May 4, 2026, Jesus showed me a new trick for dealing with all that life throws at me: a covering of joy. I asked God to cover me with joy just like he did to Jesus (mentioned in Hebrews 1:9). I was immediately covered with joy. My other feelings were all still present, including sadness as the third anniversary of my wife's death was approaching. But over it all was joy.

It faded. The next morning, I noticed that it was no longer there. The morning after that, I decided to ask again. And again, I was covered with joy. Since then, I have been watching for when it fades and promptly asking God for another dose. I have been covered with joy every day since then. It is a wonderful way to go through life, and I highly recommend it to everyone.

My name is Gina. It was in the 1980's — I am 72 now and can't remember the exact year, but it was the beginning of summer. I was riding a bicycle with a gentleman friend down to the Boulder Creek Festival in Boulder, Colorado. I had not been on a bike in years and it was not my bike. We decided to go off the main street for safety. There was a 40 degree hill and I panicked and was not going down without braking, at least off and on. I knew I was going down, and sure enough. I had no helmet or any other protection — wearing shorts and a tank top.

When I landed, my face was resting on my right side. But the next thing I remember was lifting my head, facing to my right, and looking up and seeing someone bright and beautiful. I had a great peace over me, and yes, Jesus told me to go back — I was not done and I would be OK. So I said "OK," put my head down facing the right, and the next I opened my eyes I was facing left.

Yes, there were ambulances and medics and confusion. Taken to the hospital, parents called, and the gentleman friend said, "I thought you were dead." Later, after it all calmed down, I told him I was. Boy, did his eyes get big. I was pretty beat up — only four stitches on my lip, a lot of road rash, but nothing broken. I was stiff but I was in no pain, and really calm. I did not tell my parents that I died for a year; I didn't want them to worry. But when I did, they said they were wondering why I was so calm afterwards.

It was a beautiful thing and I'm glad it happened. I have helped people who have had friends or family members pass to understand dying. I helped my mom and my late husband pass when he got COVID. And it has helped me in losing those family and friends. It made me realize that life is short and "Life is only Life," and I have lived by that. It for sure brought me closer to the Lord.

Oh — and yep, the white light was there. So bright I didn't see a face, just His beautiful outline.

My story begins in 2010. I worked for 31 years at the same school, but the archdiocese had decided to close it due to financial troubles. During the days leading up to the closing I had trouble walking. I suffered with arthritis; I thought that was the problem. The pain got worse — I couldn't sleep, sit, or walk long distances. Finally, I went to the ER, where they took a CT scan. The picture showed no socket for my hip. It was gone. Surgery was recommended for the next week.

While on the operating table, I remember turning to the doctor and telling him I had a pain in my heart. I had this experience of walking into the brightest light and a profound sense of peace. There was a man standing in front of the bluest sky I had ever seen, writing something. I just knew it was Jesus, so I knelt — in my life, since the pain in my knees, I couldn't kneel. He turned, not looking at me, and said, "I'll be back." I thought to myself, why wouldn't he look at me? Why is he angry?

On the day that I left the hospital, the doctor came to me and told me I had flatlined twice during surgery. I have a metal hip to replace the one that was eaten away.

It was years later that the thought came to me: the reason Jesus didn't look at me — maybe if I saw Him, I wouldn't want to come back.

My faith has grown stronger. I donate to help children in other countries get food at school. My mom left me a house in Trinidad; I sold it, and the proceeds I donate monthly to two churches there.