Divine Messages and Protection

[Momma J]

Have you ever personally received a message from above? Have you ever received Divine guidance that protected you or a loved one? Have you ever been saved from a tragedy?

We often call them near misses, in which we have no idea how we were not severely injured or killed.

People often say it is luck. I know different.

My latest was this past Saturday. We have been piling tree branches and bamboo for quite some time, waiting for the burn ban to be lifted. We finally got the green light last week, but we were not comfortable with the wind speeds. Saturday was calm. The wood was slightly damp from the rains the day before and the grass was blanketed in heavy dew.

This is not my first burn... In two years we have had close to a dozen. Most are on the smaller size... (I digress)

Because the wood was damp, I added gasoline. Actually, I always add gas

My son was working the burn pile in front, I was burning the back pile. My husband was standing back, just watching as he puttered around the property.

I guess I added more gas than normal... When I tossed in a match, the roar was deafening. I could hear my husband yelling, but everything seemed surreal around me. My husband was running towards me with the garden hose, stopping short of me he dropped the hose and stared.

I heard a voice in my head... "Be careful, Little One." And I felt tears running down my face. I was still in a fog.

Then clarity came back, and my husband ran up and wrapped his arms around me. He said that from where he first stood, I appeared to be engulfed in flames. Yet, I didn't even have a singed hair. Halfway between me and the fire was one red glove, still burning. Some of the gas must have dripped onto the glove.

....

There have been other times, but never before have I been called "Little One" I do not know of any time in my life that anyone has called me this... But, I felt so amazingly close to my Father in Heaven that I wanted to physically wrap my arms around him and offer a hug in gratitude.... I am not sure how to articulate my heart offering gratitude on such a monumental scale.

Complete warmth, joy, and love

[Wolfwoman]

I love this!
Thank you so much for sharing!

I don’t remember having an experience like this, but I have certainly had near misses and times where I felt lucky to be alive. Accident prone, I suppose. Apparently as a toddler I had to be rescued out of a public pool by the lifeguard. I don’t remember it. Had quite a few mishaps as a kid and some broken bones and scars to prove it all. As an adult I was in an accident that could have easily killed or paralyzed me, but I came out okay other than another broken bone. That was a tough year with lots of life changing events and I did see the Lord in a dream that year, which I am grateful for. I had actually forgotten about the dream, but I was reminded of it later when I was reading back through my journal.
Another time we had a near miss, swerving to avoid hitting an elk in the road. Another time we had a tire blowout on the interstate and did a 360° revolution across at least 5 lanes of traffic and came out completely unscathed.
I have received many answers to prayers during my life, including this year. I often struggle to hear the voice of the Lord and just sort of try to do my best. But I definitely felt a physical presence of the Holy Spirit when I was a full time missionary, and I saw at least one investigator who felt a physical change in herself when my companion recounted Joseph Smith’s first vision to her. .

[Reluctant Watchman]

When my dad was younger his older brother was driving their Buick-style car down the road. I seem to recall they should have been doing chores, but ended up driving somewhere instead. While driving, they were looking out the window into the field at something and didn't realize a corner was coming up. The car shot off the side of the road at a reasonably high rate of speed. I think they said the car rolled several times. All my dad remembers was sitting in the front seat when a flash of light hit him. He remembers floating in the air and then feeling like he was gently placed on the seat again, not in the front of the car, but in the back seat. He may have had a minor scratch or two, but nothing more.

[Rumpelstiltskin]

In 1989, I was a cop in Pennsylvania. My partner and I were dispatched to a shooting at one of the local bars. When we arrived, there was a dead man lying on the ground. He'd been shot twice in the chest with a .41 mag. The witnesses we telling us that the suspect had run down the street. We took off in foot pursuit. We caught up with him at an apartment building and he was yelling that we weren't going to take him alive. I was about 20 yards away and from where I was concealed, I could see the revolver in his hand. He was drunk, which made him even more unreasonable. After a half-hour, the situation was steadily and rapidly deteriorating and his mental state was quickly going from bad to worse. I finally decided it was time to end the problem and took aim. I was the best shot on the department and I knew I could hit him. I started squeezing the trigger and the hammer was about halfway in battery when I distinctly heard the voice of the Spirit say to me, "Stop. Don't shoot." I immediately eased off on the trigger and at that moment, 2 kids walked in front of the suspect. If I had fired, I would have shot one of them.

[randyps]

I mentioned in a previous post that in an online anonomoyus forum we should not be afraid to share our spiritual experiences, post it once and for many years to come many might be guided to your post. In-person sharing is a little different, most would agree we should listen to the spirit if the time is right to share. This story I have shared with maybe 4 people but on the internet I hope it helps many.

1. A Childs promise with GOD

January 2015, My daughter is turning 8 in June and very excited to get baptized. Throughout the year as Im faced with temptations or situations that I might want to act out in an irreverent way (giving the finger to idiot drivers on the road) I remind myself to be better. I am determined to baptize her and make it a spiritual experience for both of us.

Her birthday is June 13th, and we plan to do the baptism with the stake on the first saturday in July, that first saturday fell on July 4th so they push it back to the 2nd saturday which we couldnt make due to other obligation. We have to wait till August, August comes along and my wife has a mandatory class for her MBA. This was the year my wife left the church so I thought she didnt care about the baptizm and I would show up without her, a few days prior she found out and demanded we wait till September cause she did want to be there. After 3 months of waiting we are finally ready for the 1st Saturday in Sept which is September 5th.

On Thursday, September 3rd, I was power washing the 2nd story roof at a clients house. I had just completed the job and was wrapping up my equipment. I must have gone up and down the ladder 6 or 7 times throughout the day, this was the last time going up the ladder because I was finishing up, what I did not take into account was that it had just started to rain lightly causing the tiled ground under the ladder to get slick. I was working by myself.

I was carrying 100 ft of power wash hose around my shoulder (weighting about 45 lbs) up the ladder. As I got to the top of the ladder and just before stepping on to the roof the bottom slipped out and I fell 20ft backwards, throwing the hose away from me as its weight yanked me backwards, I fell on my back and my head smacked the ground hard, it bounced and impacted a 2nd time. Two loud thumps. I thought I was dead.

I cried out (ok, yeah im a crybaby too, sometimes!) while curling up in a fetal position holding my head. My next thought after realizing that I didnt die was, I was going to die slowly. I thought my head would have cracked open or some organs in my body fail. After 10 seconds of moaning on the ground in shock I sat up and realized that all my limbs were moving fine. I didnt break any bones. I stood up and my head had no cuts or blood, my body was fine. I was in shock with high adrenaline so I was expecting any injury to surface after a few mins.

I gathered my equipment, loaded up the ladder and drove home, I couldnt believe I was in my car I thought I would be in an ambulance. I kept praying thanking God for saving me.

As i lay in my bed that night (a little sore in the knee and elbow) I thought to myself how is it that I am not dead or any broken limbs. Not even a cut on my skin. I didnt tell my family, im not a crybaby like that..wait, ok, well.

Two days later (Sept 05, 2015), I baptized and confirmed my daughter. God had preserved me, I would not have been able to enter the water if my hand, legs or fingers were broken and in a cast.

After the confirmation as the Bishop asked my daughter to say a few words she starting talking "...and I prayed every night telling God that I cant wait for my daddy to baptize me."

I lost it. The only one crying like a baby in the entire room.

ps. Its almost as if I was going to die on Sept 03 and the only excuse God could use to intervene and save me was the prayers of a child for her daddy to baptize her. So he found ways to postpone the baptism 3 months. Why did he do this? He could've easily answered the childs prayer and having the baptizm in July or August. Several years later in 2022 I think I found out why God preserved me, if you are interested to hear the rest of the story Ill share in a part 2 (if enough of you request)

[Rumpelstiltskin]

In 1989, I was a cop in Pennsylvania. My partner and I were dispatched to a shooting at one of the local bars. When we arrived, there was a dead man lying on the ground. He'd been shot twice in the chest with a .41 mag. The witnesses were telling us that the suspect had run down the street. We took off in foot pursuit. We caught up with him at an apartment building and he was yelling that we weren't going to take him alive. I was about 20 yards away and from where I was concealed, I could see the revolver in his hand. He was drunk, which made him even more unreasonable. After a half-hour, the situation was steadily and rapidly deteriorating and his mental state was quickly going from bad to worse. I finally decided it was time to end the problem and took aim. I was the best shot on the department and I knew I could hit him. I started squeezing the trigger and the hammer was about halfway in battery when I distinctly heard the voice of the Spirit say to me, "Stop. Don't shoot." I immediately eased off on the trigger and at that moment, 2 kids walked in front of the suspect. If I had fired, I would have shot one of them.

[blitzinstripes]

For a while I had been troubled over a fear that when the worst parts of tribulation occur, that I would suffer prolonged abuse (torture) at the hands of wicked men.

In a recent, and very tender, loving affirmation, I was assured that if I am to suffer such an end, it will be very brief and merciful. (Execution style.) I suppose to some, this may sound morbid and terrifying,but to me it is a message of tender compassion and mercy. It left a measure of peace in my heart that remains.

[bbrown]

My brother helicoptered a car off a cliff, hit a tree dropped 30’, landed on the tail of the car and rolled on down they counted at least 12 rolls. The car was entirely squished (1800 lb car) car crusher squished Except the area he was. He climbed out climbed up the hill. And walked to the nearest house. He walked away with a cut on his head. It took 3 hours to pull the car out with an old growth sized logging skidder. No one would have found him for years when they logged the area. No question what happened there.

Last summer my daughter and I were out in the evening cruising in the metro convertible(tiny car) a giant buck came out of nowhere he should have gone through the windshield. There was a bubble around the car. It pushed his hind legs sideways out of our way, he had to lock in the front hubs to keep from rolling over. Nothing happened to either of us and it should have been very very bad. I have seen many interventions and don’t worry too much about the physical trials headed our way. The Lord will protect us.

[Momma J]

After the confirmation as the Bishop asked my daughter to say a few words she starting talking "...and I prayed every night telling God that I cant wait for my daddy to baptize me."

I lost it. The only one crying like a baby in the entire room.

... and I too am crying like a baby.

[Momma J]

I started squeezing the trigger and the hammer was about halfway in battery when I distinctly heard the voice of the Spirit say to me, "Stop. Don't shoot." I immediately eased off on the trigger and at that moment, 2 kids walked in front of the suspect. If I had fired, I would have shot one of them.

I could not help but feel the spirit when I read this.

[Momma J]

As an adult I was in an accident that could have easily killed or paralyzed me, but I came out okay other than another broken bone. That was a tough year with lots of life changing events and I did see the Lord in a dream that year, which I am grateful for. I had actually forgotten about the dream, but I was reminded of it later when I was reading back through my journal.

My heart swells with joy when reading that others are seeing the Lord and bearing witness.

This is my point in starting this post. God is real and he does speak to us today in varying forms. Open our hearts to him and hear his words... feel his love.

I have been told that it is extremely important to share these experiences so that others know God is real. We have been conditioned for our entire lives to not speak of these special moments. In remaining silent, many no longer believe in God and his greatness. Many are floundering in darkness.

Matthew 5:16 ~ "Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven."

Let your light so shine before men
Speaking to his disciples in a simile, Christ tells them that the light of the Gospel, which he had taught them, were to be openly declared, and made manifest before men. This light was not given merely for their own private use, but for all of mankind.

that they may see your good works:
Our sincerity, faithfulness, and integrity; Our courage and diligence in sharing the Gospel; our strict regard to truth and the love of Christ, by our example in our lives and conversations:

and glorify your Father which is in heaven;
Through conversion may we offer comfort; giving praise to God, and bless his name. That we may show the way of salvation. That we may help others understand the spiritual light, joy, and comfort.

When I utter the words, "Our Father which art in heaven", it is not mere words that we are taught as children. It is a recognition of my sincere love, that of a daughter to her Father.

Do not hide your love.... let it radiate through you, so that others KNOW!

[Momma J]

For a while I had been troubled over a fear that when the worst parts of tribulation occur, that I would suffer prolonged abuse (torture) at the hands of wicked men.

In a recent, and very tender, loving affirmation, I was assured that if I am to suffer such an end, it will be very brief and merciful. (Execution style.) I suppose to some, this may sound morbid and terrifying,but to me it is a message of tender compassion and mercy. It left a measure of peace in my heart that remains.

I too had a dream that my husband and I were executed.... I too felt comfort at this knowledge.

[Momma J]

My brother helicoptered a car off a cliff, hit a tree dropped 30’, landed on the tail of the car and rolled on down they counted at least 12 rolls. The car was entirely squished (1800 lb car) car crusher squished Except the area he was. He climbed out climbed up the hill. And walked to the nearest house. He walked away with a cut on his head. It took 3 hours to pull the car out with an old growth sized logging skidder. No one would have found him for years when they logged the area. No question what happened there.

Last summer my daughter and I were out in the evening cruising in the metro convertible(tiny car) a giant buck came out of nowhere he should have gone through the windshield. There was a bubble around the car. It pushed his hind legs sideways out of our way, he had to lock in the front hubs to keep from rolling over. Nothing happened to either of us and it should have been very very bad. I have seen many interventions and don’t worry too much about the physical trials headed our way. The Lord will protect us.

There is no doubt that we are loved and protected. One has to wonder for what purpose? Many years of fasting and prayer and I am still not certain why... God is great and has a plan for us... How shall we serve him?

[Rumpelstiltskin]

In 1989, I was a cop in Pennsylvania. My partner and I were dispatched to a shooting at one of the local bars. When we arrived, there was a dead man lying on the ground. He'd been shot twice in the chest with a .41 mag. The witnesses were telling us that the suspect had run down the street. We took off in foot pursuit. We caught up with him at an apartment building and he was yelling that we weren't going to take him alive. I was about 20 yards away and from where I was concealed, I could see the revolver in his hand. He was drunk, which made him even more unreasonable. After a half-hour, the situation was steadily and rapidly deteriorating and his mental state was quickly going from bad to worse. I finally decided it was time to end the problem and took aim. I was the best shot on the department and I knew I could hit him. I started squeezing the trigger and the hammer was about halfway in battery when I distinctly heard the voice of the Spirit say to me, "Stop. Don't shoot." I immediately eased off on the trigger and at that moment, 2 kids walked in front of the suspect. If I had fired, I would have shot one of them.

[FrankOne]

My friend and I climbed about 60' up ledges and there was one more to go which was an angled crevice and an old rope was hanging down which i didn't want to use. I was up 30' in this open crevice. I was just at the top and I decided to use the rope a little more. I was wearing a full pack. My friend looks down at me and says "don't trust the rope" , but I did and I heard a snapping noise and time stood still. The rope broke and flipped back and I was in a completely bad position to get any grip on the ledge. I began to fall backwards into the air.

Somehow I knew what to do. I spun 180 degrees in the air looking down the vertical crevice . I was in super slow mo. It was surreal. As I fell thru the air, I could catch an edge of my boot on one side of the crevice or the other, but it didn't slow me much. At the bottom of the 30' was about a 3X3 flat spot to land on and beyond that was a 60' cliff. I could easily focus on the spot to land because I had all the time in the world. I'd make contact with my boots on the sides to guide my landing. I planted on the spot with both feet and slammed down as my legs collapsed and my butt hit the ground. I was perfectly still in that spot and leaned back against the ledge. Before my feet was another 60' cliff. My friend screams my name, thinking I was dead... and it took me a minute to get back into real time and I started laughing hysterically and yelling I'M OK! I'M OK!. Then the pain started in the bottoms of my feet and my butt, but nothing was broken.

[Silver Pie]

When I was 18, first year at college, they had what was called Welcome Week. I don't recall all of the activities, but I do recall that one was in Zion's Canyon and one was in Snow's Canyon.

At Snow's, my brand new first roommate ever and I started hiking up and up. We got to a point that made me nervous, but I shut it out of my mind. At one point, we decided to walk to our right to see if there was a way to climb down there. We reached a place where my roommate wondered if we could get down that way. I said that it depended on what was below a certain spot. Well, that spot was a narrow ledge below us.

I started to climb down and slipped (I was facing outward when I slipped). Something caught me by the seat of the pants and swung me onto the ledge. My roommate wondered what she should do. I (stupidly) told her to come down because I couldn't get back up. She said something also caught her, making her land on the ledge instead of falling.

The interesting thing is that I was afraid of heights - not deathly, but enough that it was a wonder we were where we were. I was completely calm. I knew we'd be rescued. Because I was an avid journal-writer, I felt all over the face of the rock where I'd slid down to find either that piece of stone that had caught me, or the hole where the plant had caught me, but had been pulled out. The whole face was completely smooth, yet I had a small hole in the butt of my pants that was not there before I slid right where I had been pulled back onto the ledge. You see, I wanted to record what it was that had saved me.

Well, we could see the party going on on the valley floor. Closer to us (within shouting distance) were a couple. My roommate called to them. Long story short, they went to get help. Someone shined car lights up, as it was getting dark, the rappelling club was there and they were able to rescue us by pulling us up, then having us go over the side in another place with a rappelling rope. As we hiked down, some were in front of us and some were behind, shining a light on the ground.


Edited for typo.

[Silver Pie]

I don't know why some people seem to be more protected than others. Years later, I had a friend who had kids. I think her oldest (a girl) was around 14. The girl told her mom that she'd had a dream that she was in a place with a couple she called Mother and Father. She saw herself in a casket and her best friend (a boy) was really upset and wanted to throw himself into the casket. She felt compassion for him (and I think for all the mourners) and wanted to not be dead because of her compassion.

A few months after that, she and a couple of friends were at Snow's Canyon. One of them dared her to climb up the cliff. She did and fell. She was in a coma for several months. When she returned to consciousness, her short term memory was gone and she was, essentially, mentally handicapped.

I was living in Arizona when all this happened, but I moved to southern Utah for a job that lasted several months, and was able to visit the family (in Ivins). My friend warned me that her daughter might not recognize me. Interestingly, the daughter totally accepted me, and said I "look like family" so I guess there was some memory there somewhere.

[Silver Pie]

I've had other experiences (it seems like writing one leads to another, leads to another), but that's enough. Reading the experiences here are quite faith-promoting. They show me that God is aware of us. Even if the outcome isn't what we'd prefer, I think the Heavenly Parents are aware of us and know what they're doing.

[Lizzy60]

We were camping with our son, his wife, and two small children. As my husband and I sat by the campfire that was almost burned out, just a pit of hot coals, our 2-yr-old grandchild came running toward us. Just as she got near the fire pit, she stumbled over a small stone and started toppling into the fire pit. At what looked like the point of no return, and as we were trying to get out of our chairs (with no possibility of reaching her in time, however) she looked as if someone pulled her upright. We were both stunned. We couldn’t believe what we had just seen, except that we both saw it, and we knew she had been protected through divine intervention. Her guardian angel was at her side that day.

[Juliet]

Early in our marriage we were getting into the car and I had a feeling to pray to be safe driving. My husband scoffed at me for being so paranoid so I said the prayer quietly to myself. Then as we were driving we nearly hit a deer. I was grateful I had the prompting to pray ahead of time.

[Momma J]

This goes in the "Near Miss ~ Thanks for watching over me, category"

About 2 years ago, I was assembling a little storage shed...

I was using a drill to make the job go faster. In retrospect, I should have simply used a screwdriver to tighten in the little plexiglass windows.

I over tightened the last pane and a 1 1/4" chunk flew off and lodged in my orbital socket. One end was in the top of my eye socket and the other end was piercing the bottom of the socket. I instantly thought I was blinded because of the pain.

Slowly I focused my eyesight and was relieved to know I still could see out of my left... albeit a bit cloudy. I was extremely nervous when I reached up to touch the piece of plastic as I still thought it had hit my eye.

I think I laughed out loud... from the relief of realizing that it was merely piercing the socket. I gingerly removed the broken piece and was amazed that my vision was simply clouded because I had been looking through the piece of plastic. It was sitting in such a manner as to be a crude lens.

I do not take any of the near misses for granted...

[Momma J]

So many "Near Misses"... so many "Wow, I could have died!" moments.

This very morning, I exited I-10 onto the feeder road, heading to work. The very route I take every day. The feeder road is 3-4 lanes, depending on the area and traffic moves fairly quickly. Posted speed is 50mph... and drivers are often exiting I-10 at about 60...

At 5 in the morning, there are few vehicles on the feeder road and it can become a speedway. My normal routine is to immediately move to the right-hand lane, drive about 1 mile and make a right-hand turn onto the street where I work.

I began to merge to the right and was prompted to stay in the middle lane. I glanced in my rearview mirror and could see no traffic behind me. Still, I stayed in the middle lane as prompted. Less than 5 seconds later a car without headlights flew past me in the right-hand lane driving over 80mph. Had I merged all the way to the right, following my routine, I would have been creamed.

Short of bubble wrapping ourselves and staying in a bomb shelter.... Our next best option is to listen to the still small voice.

Love ya'll

[gradles21]

When I was a kid I would occasionally forget to look both ways before crossing the street, we lived on a 40mph road that was fairly busy. I was around 8 years old when I was riding my bike home from a friends house when I crossed the street without looking, and of course I crossed right in front of a car, somehow the car was able to skid to a stop inches from hitting me, my parents were in the front yard and the saw the whole thing. The skid marks on the street were only a few feet long, something stopped that car. My parents still talk about it to this day, some 25 years later.

[honestseeker12]

About 13 years ago, my husband had a heart attack while shoveling cement for a new employer. His new boss didn't believe that anything was wrong with my husband. He thought that my husband was simply not used to hard work. The boss just brushed off my husband's complaints of chest pain. My husband had worked manual labor jobs all of his life, so he was quite accustomed to working hard. He knew something was very wrong, but he was no where near help. The only one who could help him didn't seem to believe him. I don't think my husband's boss even stayed around him the whole time, anyway. However, a man came up to my husband who was not from the work site. My husband is not sure where he came from. My husband thought that the man gave him an aspirin, and then the man drove him home because he wanted me to take him to the hospital. Before we even got to the hospital, he lost consciousness, and I thought he would die. They got him into surgery right away and put a stent in his heart. The doctor told me afterward that he had 100% blockage in his heart, and my husband was very lucky to be alive. I found out later that the mysterious man had not given my husband an aspirin, but had in fact given him a nitroglycerin tablet which I found a bottle of in my husband's pants' pocket. The nitroglycerin tablet probably saved his life. How many people do you know just happen to be carrying nitroglycerin tablets around? How likely is it that someone would walk by you in an isolated area outdoors who just happened to have nitroglycerin tablets with them at the precise moment that you are having a heart attack with no other help available? I don't even think my husband had a cell phone with him then. I believe it was a miracle or tender mercy of the Lord that my husband not only lived, but recovered quickly from the heart attack.