The book "Treasuring Grace" was inspired by a dream in
which co -author Tracy Roberts feels that God spoke to her and directed
her hand in the writing of the story. Many people feel God's special
influence in their lives in direct or indirect ways. This column seeks
to bring you some of their inspirational stories.
(from dailymail.co.uk)
(from dailymail.co.uk)
It happened to me: My guardian angel saved my life
By Richard Webber
Eleven
years ago, Donna Ferguson was close to death. Hours after giving birth
to her fourth child, Jessica, she began haemorrhaging and fell
unconscious.
Her
condition deteriorated rapidly until, suddenly, a voice urged her to
summon help. Donna believes her guardian angel saved her life that
night.
Now
40, Donna lives with her partner, Gary, and five children, Natasha, 23,
Adam, 21, Rebecca, 15, Jessica, 11, and Kalen, five, in Craigavon,
Northern Ireland.
Jessica was born at 3pm on 15 June 1998 in a hospital in Lisburn,
County Antrim. It had been a normal pregnancy with no complications,
but after the birth I started feeling extremely tired and dizzy.
Like
all women who have just given birth, I was losing blood, although, in
hindsight, I realise that it was more than I'd lost with my previous children. Although, I didn't worry unduly, what I didn't realise was that I was haemorrhaging.
That evening, my partner, Gary, and friend, Shirley, came to visit me in hospital. As I sat on the bed, unable to move because I was so tired, I started to feel as though I was going to pass out.
'I was haemorrhaging in my sleep. A voice kept
telling me to wake up and alert the nurses. The doctor said if I'd lost
any more blood, I wouldn't have survived'
Shirley
got a nurse to examine me, and she thought I looked peaky. Because I
was so tired, she took Jessica to the nursery so that I could get a good
night's sleep before the doctor saw me the following day during his
rounds.
By
the time Gary and Shirley left, I could barely stay awake. I drifted
into a deep sleep until around 2am, when I began hearing a voice.
'Wake
up, wake up!' it kept saying, softly. I didn't want to and tried
desperately to ignore it, telling myself, 'I can't wake up, I'm so
tired. I need to sleep.'
But
the voice – which remained at the same pitch and tone – was persistent,
determined to shake me out of unconsciousness. It never got angry,
remaining calm as it repeatedly told me to wake up.
This
time, though, it also told me to press the alarm. I didn't even know
there was an alarm. Still I couldn't open my eyes, but managed to find
enough strength to lift my arm. Feeling a wire hanging next to me, I
pressed the button. Fortunately, it was the alarm, which alerted the
nurses.
Next
thing I remember was the light being switched on as a nurse rushed into
my room. I was lying in a pool of blood and soon there were three
nurses and a doctor crowded around my bed. There was a commotion as they
tried desperately
to keep me awake. I remember telling one of the nurses that I'd been woken by someone.
to keep me awake. I remember telling one of the nurses that I'd been woken by someone.
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