We arrived at the hospital, and he waited until it was my turn to see the doctor.

The doctor asked me what happened to my leg, and once again I relayed my story, at least my perception of the truth.

“I kicked my son”, my voice trembled with unshed tears.

After having an x-ray taken, the doctor informed me it was just a bad sprain, and then told me to wait in another room. They wheeled me into a room by myself.

I started to pray, and the Lord revealed to me what they were going to do. His still small voice spoke peace to my troubled soul, telling me it would be all right. He continued to speak to my mind as He told me they would try to pick my brain. I would have to stay and they would put me on the psych floor. I knew all this before the two psychiatrists walked in.

They asked me if I heard voices, and I replied yes. When they asked each question, I prayed and said, “Lord what do I say to them?” He said, tell them the truth, and tell them what makes you do these things.” And so I did.

They asked if I saw things. I admitted that I had visions.

They conferred with the police officer and he informed me I would have to stay. I already knew this, but when I said my baby needs me because I’m still nursing her, he replied my sister could take care of her.

I expressed my desire to go home. He said I was going to stay if he had to sign me into the hospital.

Resignedly, they put me on the psych floor. Not having my bible with me I lay listening to other people on the floor, groaning and crying, and some even screaming.

My sister and mother talked to me later that evening, they assured me my bible would be brought to me the next morning, and my baby too.

Michele informed me they had been praying for me. When they came the next morning, they gathered around my bed, closed the curtains and prayed. Michele through the word of knowledge revealed I would be going for a meeting, it would be interrupted and I would be released within half an hour.

I remember when she came out with this; my first thought was…not from what that cop said. I would be here for a long time. She must have heard that wrong.

Indeed they did call me for an interview, in a small room where psychiatrists sat behind a mirrored panel. He asked me if I heard voices, again I asked the Lord what to tell him, and the answer was; tell him the truth, the Holy Spirit talks to you.

He asked me if I have visions, I replied yes, the Lord shows me things sometimes.

Suddenly the interview room door was opened and someone called to him from the doorway. He got up from his seat, went over to talk to the person at the door. He conversed with them for a couple of minutes, then came back and told me the meeting was over. I looked at the clock; a half hour had gone by.

I went back to my bed, and my sister, Mother and I started to pray again, and suddenly the truth came back to me.

My jaw dropped open in disbelief. I remembered striking the table leg with my feet, to avoid kicking my son. My memory returned as suddenly as it left me, right at the appropriate time.

The doctor came to me shortly after and told me I could go home.

While getting ready to leave the hospital, my roommate came to me and asked me if I was leaving. I said yes. I told her when you have the Lord in your life He works miracles, and I was going home.

She looked at me with vacant eyes, all hope gone. She asked me to pray for her, and so the three of us did just that. She was heavily doped up and had that zombie look.

She left the room and brought others to us, we prayed for as many that came to us. We asked God to set them free, and to give them a new lease on life.

I learned that day, twenty-four years ago, what it means when the bible

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says, be angry and sin not. It is never a good thing to let your temper get away from you, for the results can lead you down paths you don’t want to travel.