Comfort When a Loved One Passes
by Julie Clayton
On June 6th 1997, my only son Miguel Morris Olivo went home to be with our father in heaven. My heart was broken, hurting in a way I had never felt before that night. I was sleeping and I felt that angels had came into my bedroom.
I felt as though someone was gently touching me. They gently touched my face, my lips, my arms, then I heard my son all bubbled up with joy like I had never heard before. I also heard the most beautiful singing that I have ever heard in my whole life and I'm almost 50 yrs old. I thank God for his angelic hosts that came that night, that our Father in heaven sends his angels to our aid.
Yes, they are very real, they brought me love from my Our Lord Jesus and comfort as well as peace. When you lose your only child and you still have your right mind and can still help others who go through the same thing as you did and you're giving peace, compassion, and offering comfort to others, you know that God is at work. The angels brought me peace in knowing my son was happy and in the arms of Jesus.
I know that my son had seen angels when he was alive because he would tell me about it. I know that God was allowing me to understand what my son had been telling me, and that God was telling me that my son and I were meant to go through this.
I recalled a night at our church when two ladies walked in and told me that I was going to go through something very hard but to know God would bring me through them. My son was still living at that time - he had sleep apnea. He had been asleep when they began to talk and all of a sudden he woke up and turned to me and said "Mom, those two ladies are angels". Then they just disappeared.
To God be the glory.