Many years ago I was living in Hawaii with my ex-husband, we were not going to church and had no desire to. In addition to quite an unhealthy marriage, our apartment had very peculiar and unexpected things happening in it. Doors would slam when we were not close by, at one point in the middle of an argument, it seemed as though someone kicked the closet door as there was a loud sound, and then the closet door looked like it had been kicked from the inside, it was neither of us as we were feet apart shouting at each other faces. There was no one else in the apartment.

Mimicking sounds would happen as if someone was trying to break in. But nobody was there. This is just to name a few instances.

I knew there was something evil going on, so I started a search for the answer. I started becoming curious about religion. Two Jehovah’s Witnesses came to my door, and I started asking questions and became more curious.

Shortly after there was a power outage in my complex. All of us tenants were outside trying to figure it out.

That’s when I met Mama Edna. Her prayers may have even saved me, but meeting her for sure changed my life. We started talking and I found out she used to live in my very unit before moving to the studio apartment, and she knew the family who was before us. I don’t exactly know how but from all of that a friendship started to form. She was so great at loving her neighbors. She had talked about God here and here in our brief conversations and I started to have a whisper in my heart that I wish I had a Bible. And I had one back in the mainland but I wasn’t even sure where, all I know is that I was craving to get my hands on one. Days after that silent desire, Mama Edna knocked on my door and said that the Lord told me to get this for you.

She handed me a beautiful pink new Bible.

She was a huge part of those years of my life and I’m so thankful.

When was a time that you prayed a prayer in your heart, and the Lord gave confirmation that he heard it?