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I can't remember a time when i didn't know Jesus. My parents always taught me to love and respect the Trinity. Now we were catholic, and my father believed born a catholic die a catholic,. But oddly enough he didn't believe in a lot of the doctrine that the catholic church teaches. I can remember very clearly one day when a friend of my moms came over with a holy card. My parents were haveing some financial difficulties, and so her friend thought she would do my mom a favor and bring the card. She told my mom, all she had to do was pray that prayer for nine days in a row, and the patron of hopeless cases was going to show us a miracle. My dad heard the conversation and before my mom could even answer he jumped in and grabbed the holy card. I never saw any piece of paper get ripped in so many pieces as that holy card! He informed her that if she ever thought of bringing that supersticious witchcraft into his house, she would would not be allowed in the house again! Wow, I thought, that must be some pretty scarey stuff for dad to react that way!
These were also times when you really didn't see a catholic with a bible in their home. We had one! Another thing is, we had a man who lived in the same building that was studying to become a priest. I loved to hear all the wonderful stories he had to share about Jesus. I really never heard him speak of anything more than Jesus, and tell me bible stories. We later heard that he dropped out of becoming a priest. Now that I think of it, I'm not surprised!

God was always with me, even when I strayed, He walked close by me and watched over my every step.
I remember, being very small, I wandered down the block from where I lived. All of a sudden it started to rain. A truck pulled up to the curb and two men were in it. The passanger tried to coax me into going into the truck, saying it was raining and they could get me home safely without getting wet. I politly argued back, but they persisted... I ran! I found home so quickly! Somehow I knew that I was going to be kidnapped. But God was right there leading my every step to the true safety.
When I was about eight, I developed a kidney disease. I know it was still being researched and not yet curable. In a matter of one week I gained 75 pounds, doubling my weight. I lay in the hospital bed remembering my mom crying on the phone to my aunt saying I had to go into the hospital, and the dr said that this is common in children and they didn't live long after that. And as I thought of that, I spoke to God, telling him that I really didn't believe that i would die. Maybe he was telling me i wouldn't die. All I know is that soon after that I began to lose the weight. Everyone was amazed, doctors, nurses, even me! God had taken me out of another bad chapeter, safely. And I guess me writing this says the enemy is wrong again!!

In my early twenties, I thought that if I convinced myself that telling fortuned for God would make it ok. Now why would God tell me to tell fortunes is beyond me. :) But none the less thats what I tried to connvince myself to make me feel like it was ok. Oh the enemy can be pretty cunning,,, I was pretty good at it. It seemed that the things i felt I saw in the cards would come to pass exactlly as I predicted. Since I started to amaze myself, I started going into the tarot cards, getting all sorts of things to help aid me in telling fortunes. It's amazing how you can get reeled in when endulging in sin. I was so facinated with witchcraft and all the things it had to offer.

In the meantime, I had already gotten married, and lost my first child. I had my own business and things "seemed" to be going great. My husband decided we would move to Florida. ( I was born and raised in New York) I was kind of sceptical about this, but agreed, saying that since we were trying to have children we would not go if I became pregnant. I also didn't want to leave my mom, but was afraid to admit to that. My dad died nine months before I got married, and I just couldn't leave my mom alone! She was and meant so much to me. God had that covered too. When my husband announced that we were moving to Florida, She just wished us good luck and God's blessings. And my husband, Lou said, "Well good luck and God's blessings to you too, because you are coming with us!" Of course my mom said no, but Lou just said that there would be no living with me if she didn't come, so she had no choice,,, Needless to say I was thrilled! And yes, she did come with us, leaving my two brothers and their families behind, which now I understand, being a mom myself now, had to be a hard thing for her to do. But it turned out to be a good thing for her also, since there were not a lot of memories of my dad on every corner.

Well this was not in my plans, but I became pregnant again and we
were too far into the move to turn back now.
When we arrived in Florida, I wanted to find a church. I asked my
aunt's friend if she could direct me to one, and she gave me
directions. I knew there would be no services at the time, but I
wanted to go in and just talk to God. I felt as if I were intorducing
myself, and that this was a brand new life for me. I think it was!!
Well as it turned out, the church was closed. (??!!??) hmm , well
anyway, I sat in my car in the parking lot. Not realizing it at the time,
I was still in church, as I spoke to Jesus in my car. What a feeling
when you can chat with Jesus, and get answers back. (We all can
when were still and listen) NO MORE FORTUNE TELLING, THIS
IS NOT OF ME, NO MATTER WHAT YOU TRY TO CONVINCE
YOURSELF. LITTLE BY LITTLE YOU WILL LEARN THAT YOU
CANNOT GET TO THE FATHER BUT THROUGH ME!! AND YOU MUST LISTEN TO NO MAN!
Acts 16, Gal 5:20-21
Jn 14:6

Well a few months went by and now I was into my 5th month of pregnancy. I wasn't feeling very well, but I kept praying to the Lord for his will in the matter. I was living with my aunt at the time, and I stayed in my room a lot and rested since I wasn't feeling all that well. I heard her say to her daughter a few times that she thought there was something wrong with me because all I did was stay in my room and pray. Her daughter thought I should have been thrown out. I could not wait for the day for my Mom to get here in Florida. I really knew that she would make me feel so much better. Finally she came down and we were together. My mom was so much to me. She was not only my mom but my best friend.

It was a day before we were to move into our own house when I started to bleed. The pain was becoming unbearable. Before long I had to be rushed to the hospital. After what seemed like forever, I was admitted. Upstairs, they gave me something to help. Within two hours I lost my second child. When it happened before I was so uneasy, but somehow I felt a peace now. I knew it had to be because now I was with the Lord, Or like always, He Was With Me! I just felt a peace that if I got pregnant again, I would be able to bring my baby home.
After a few months, we began to realize that if we ever really did have any children, the house we were living in was in too much of a busy area, so we began to look for another home, We found one rather quickly. Before I knew it I was pregnant again. And again in a short time I started to have some problems with this pregnancy also. With lots of prayer and the Lord by my side, complete bedrest and two months early my son Freddy was born. My mom being with me every step of the way.
While I was pregnant one of my prayers was (selfishly) that I would like to have a girl. But that would be if I didn't have any more children. I asked God if I would have more children later on I would like to have a boy first. Coming from an italian family, and having two brothers myself, I just felt that a boy would watch over sisters if I were to have a girl later on. So somehow i really believed that I would have a girl later on because God is so faithful.

Peter and the other apostles replied:
"We must obey God rather than men!"
� Acts 5:29 �

As it turned out, Freddy had some problems. His jaundice level was high, and for his size at birth, which by the way was 7lbs and 6oz, for being born while I was seven months pregnant, was a pretty good size. But they said if his level went up to twenty points he would have to be completely transfused, which really frightened me. Well the enemy is a lier, because his count went up to nineteen.seventyfive points before it started going back down again. He wasn't able to come home with me. He was born on June 8th, and came home on fathers day that year. Today he is a law school graduate awaiting his bar and has a masters in business. Praise God. Freddy grew to love and serve the Lord. He even has has had many revelations from God and had a visitation from Jesus when he was about three years old!

A few years went by, and when Freddy was three, I found I was expecting again. I was happy because I didn't want Fred to be an only child, and I did want to have more children. Well, as it would happen, I started having some major problems. I was again rushed to the hospital, and again I praise God for my mom, she was able to stay there with Freddy.
God really blessed me with my mom. She was so much to me. And of all the things she was to me, she was my prayer partner. We prayed every night together, and "MOM, I still miss you very much and miss having a prayer partner like you. But I know you are with the Lord and one day we will be praising God together!"

As I was in the hospital, the situation was getting worse. Later i found out that the IV that they put in me would help induce labor and help me abort because they felt i was at dangerous levels of losing blood. I didn't realize that at the time. As I lay there, I was thinking about the possability of losing another child. I was trusting in God but then without even thinking about it i yelled out,"OH NO, GOD PLEASE HELP ME!!!" The nurses ran in to check on me, thinking that I had lost the baby. But to their surprise the bleeding totally stopped!! I can remember the puzzled looks on their faces. They called my dr and he said to admit me to watch me for a couple of days. I stayed there for two days and they sent me home.

A few days later, the problems began again. This time with a lot of pain. I prayed all the way back to the hospital. I remember crying a lot. Now I was scared. Everyone there was so understanding and that made it easier for me. The admitting nurse even cried with me!
The DR ordered a sonogram, which then was pretty new back then. They now had me resting and under control, and I guess I was about as normal as could be for the condition I was in.
The next day the DR came in with the results. He looked at me and my husband and asked, "What are you trying to do, make up for some lost time?" I just knew in my heart what the next comment would be. "You're having twins!!!!" My husband sank back in his seat with his mouth open. Somehow I just had a feeling. The DR said that they will keep me there for a few days to monitor me since I do have problems carrying and the twins might complicate that. Of course I agreed.

It seemed every time they wanted to let me go home, something would happen to prevent that. Now I was there for two months so far. I asked God if He would tell me something. I just knew he wouldn't keep me there all that time for nothing. I knew it had to be something for His glory. But still I prayed to hear from Him.
Now I had been praying for my sister-in-law's cousin. He was very ill and I prayed for him everyday. I wasn't able to go to church of course, since I was in the hospital, so I watched services on the TV. One Sunday morning, I was watching services on the TV when all of a sudden I felt like a dome was beginning to cover me, like a protective bubble. Of course it wasn't really there, it is just the only way I can explain the way I felt. Like I was being protected and safe and nothing could touch me that was not right. The TV seemingly disappeared and a vision started to appear. I recognized this vision as Jesus. Nothing needed to be said orally, yet I understood what He was saying and of course He know what I was saying. He said that I would be in the hospital for two more months, and in that two months I would have two more attacks where I would be sent to the ER, But the third time I went, I would have two babies that would have many problems, but they would be OK. I remember, like a doubting Thomas, thinking, If you are really here, Let me hear something from my sister-in-law about her cousin. I felt like the bubble around me pop when I heard the phone ring. When I heard it was my sister-in-law wanting to tell me the latest news about her cousin, I immediately looked to where I saw the figure of Jesus, but it was gone!
Well, I had been in the hospital for two months, so I wanted to tell some of the nurses what I had just seen and the message that was given to me so that when it all comes to pass, others have heard about it from me.
The following month, I had a major problem. All the nurses I told were there at the time and took me downstairs. One said,"OK, were getting number one attack out of the way. One more to go" Everything went back to normal and I was sent back up to my room. Again a month later, the same nurses on duty, I had to be rushed down again. Again everyone thinking I was going to lose the babies, but yet again I got sent back up to my room.

Things seemed to be going well, when a month later, now into my sixth month (6�) and all the same nurses there, I got the teeny tiniest little cramp. Immediately they called the dr. I had to laugh at their reaction because it really was a nothing cramp. He ordered something for me to take and said to let him know if anything progressed. Now the pain was getting a little worse, still nothing major though. It was getting time for some of those nurses to go off duty, but they wanted to be the ones to take me downstairs. So we waited a few more minutes till they were off duty, they gave the floor reports to the new nurses and they all took me downstairs. They were all trying to make me laugh since they all felt that this was it! One of the nurses in the delivery room said that they were really busy, and if I was just going to be sent back upstairs anyway to just do so because they didn't have the time. Especially since we were all laughing. One nurse said, "No, believe me, she is ready to have these babies." They tried to get my DR, but they could not reach him by phone. He had another GYN friend, and I had always prayed that if for any reason they could not locate my DR that she would be there for me. God hears it all, because she came over to me and said that they could not find my DR and that she had heard enough about me from her friend, and asked would I be comfortable if she delivered the babies" Of course I was happy about that.
Some more time had passed by, and my DR showed up. He said that after he got the call, he just had a feeling so he came on over to the hospital, so that is why they couldn't get in touch with him. As it turned out I had both of the Drs. with me! I wound up having to have a cecerian section, and my twin girls were born at 3:30 and 3:31 am.

Yes, they had many problems, And yes GOD TOOK CARE OF THEM ALL!! I PRAISE GOD FOR MY 3 WONDERFUL CHILDREN. AS OF THIS WRITING THEY ARE 24,24,AND 27.
I believe that one day I will get to meet my other two children that the Lord took home before they had an earthly life.
SO MANY OTHER WONDERFUL AND MIRACULOUS THINGS OCCURED DURING THAT TIME. PRAISE THE MIGHTY NAME OF JESUS

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