My mother slept in bed with me for a couple of night. On the last night she slept in bed with me, I was awake. The pain in the brain was so sharp. It felt as if someone was drilling in there. At the same time, the pain felt like a sharp knife cutting me inside my brain. It was so much more painful than the time when I was 13-year-old and I accident slammed the car door shut on one of my finger. Yes, I am saying I felt like I was having a seizure.

I lie there silently. I didn't dare to wake my mother once. I didn't think to wake her. All I could think of my desire to sleep. She didn't have a clue what was going on in my body.

In the morning, I had gotten to sleep. I was so tired that even the pain could no longer keep me awake. It could no longer control me. I slept through the morning and the afternoon.

The night after the terrible pain, I woke up at three am in the morning. Not once, but twice. First moment I woke, I closed my eyes and go back to sleep. Then I am awoken again. Each time I woke, I saw beautiful bright light. It was a bright silver light in the room. It was like the light was made of crystal. To be honest, I have never seen anything so beautiful as that light. They sprinkle so bright and beautiful. It was like a white star was brought to me. It was a present to me. It was a blessing. Everything in the room, including my skin was silver.

As ill as I was, I was rather annoyed. I picked myself up and got out of the room. The light was also in the hallway. I couldn't escape. I was not afraid, either. So I went back into my room and lay in bed peacefully.
Not to mention that in the morning before my mother left for word, my mother had helped me sit up in the bed by lifting my head for me. Yes, for breakfast. I never said what I saw until weeks/months later. According to my family, they didn't see any light. I never saw it as a gift from God until months later. I interrupted this as the Lord showing me his light. It sent me a message: "This is my child and it is not her time to die."

Like I said, the only reason I would get out of bed that night without any help come from the strength of God. The only reason I suffer no broken bone is because of God. The only reason I am alive right now, this minute, is because of God.

Please don't tell me that if I wanted to so bad, I could just lift my head at anytime. Please don't tell me I was pretending to be weak.