B. Boyd's Story

I am not sure where to start my story.   At the time of my miracle my oldest son was in trouble and incarcerated.   My middle son was for the first and only time in our adult relationship angry with me and had left home under very adverse circumstances.   I was going through the most depressive state of my life.   My daughter, youngest son and I were decorating the house for Christmas and I began to cry, a cry that seem to come from somewhere deep inside my soul, a cry that I did not seem to have control.   My son asked why I was crying while we were placing decorations on the Christmas tree.   I started spewing words from my mouth of how we were a dysfunctional family and that we were living a lie calling ourselves a family.   My daughter stood shocked looking at me as though she had no idea who I was.   My son threw himself on the sofa and started to cry and responding that I was messing up Christmas.   He asked me if understood what it was like living with a mother filled with hurt and depression all the time.   I was shocked myself at the whole scene.   I had to pull things back together; it was not their fault that everything was a mess and they deserved a good Christmas celebration.   I embraced both of them promising them that it was going to be a great Christmas celebration.   I had no idea how I was going to make that happen.   The very next day I was in the basement washing and I just felt overwhelmed with how to fix things.   I was arguing with my husband.   Out of my hurt my husband and I were barely speaking.   I wanted to have a good Christmas for our babies.   This time instead of just crying out I fell on the floor, crying and praying to God to help me, to show me the way.   I felt a light even with my eyes closed so I opened them and on this old bamboo curtain my youngest son had hung in the basement was the silhouette of what looked to me like the robe Jesus is always depicted in.   I ran upstairs got my son and daughter and asked them to come down and take a look.   I though everyone would just chalk me up to being crazy.   My son and daughter looked at the curtain and both stated that they saw what looked to them like an angel or Jesus robe.   While we were discussing the vision, the phone rang and it was my son who had left home in anger.   He had been staying with my mother but was away at college.   He asked if he could come home for Christmas break.   I was so happy I just kept asking him if he was sure.   We got so excited that the family would be partially back together for Christmas we forgot all about the curtain.   Over the next few days my husband got a ticket and sent for my son.   The day he came home we told him about the curtain and he went down to look at and shot video of it.   We were sitting in the living room again discussing the vision it was the 20th of December and the next day would be my birthday when we received a call stating that my oldest son was being released and that we could pick him up.   My husband took off to get him.   I got a bonus not only was my family together for Christmas but we were all together for my birthday which I had not given any thought to during this whole mess.

Many of our friends and family have come to view the curtain.

I know it sounds bizarre but the curtain hangs in the same place with the outline still visible.

Whether one believes or not we know what happen here ... God as our witness ... and that is all we need.