[Critique Group 1] Leonard's comments on DeAnna's sub

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That’s quite a story.  



Whoever or what the person was, he was  sanctified. 



I don’t question that he was real. 



It was a blessing.  



The story was well and simply written   Easilyunderstood. 



Thank’s for sharing such a wonderful episode inyour life. 



That experience probably sustaianes you enoughto get through  the hard ships of life.




 


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A Dream?



By DeAnna (Quietwater) Noriega



 



               When I was ten years old, my parents moved away from our people living on theIsabella Reservation in Michigan.  We ended up in southern California in arental house with no phone.  That first winter I came down with a feverthat kept me in bed for several days.  We didn't have a car for my motherto drive me to a doctor or money to spend on an office visit.  Our familycar was in use by our father.  He had a sales job which kept him from homefor several days at a time.  When the fever was at its highest, Iexperienced a strange dream.  I was wandering through a lush garden. Flowers were in riotous profusion.  The air was redolent with theirmingled scents.  I followed a flagstone path that brought me to abuilding.  I stepped up onto the stoop and tapped shyly at the door. It opened and a figure surrounded by light stood in the open frame.  Hisclothes were brilliant white and his face shone with too much light for me tosee it clearly.  I had been totally blind for over two years.  Still,in dreams I could see.  A gentle hand reached out to stroke back myhair.  A soft voice said, "Its not time yet, little one.  I havework for you to do so go back now for awhile."



               Did I see Jesus?  I don't know.  Was it just a fever dream? Only God knows that answer for certain. Still, I have always felt that I am achild of God.  I am just as he made me with all of the imperfectionsinherit in that state.  I don't doubt that he can put my life to goodservice even without vision.  I don't question why I am meant to be blindany more than I question why I have dark hair or stand five foot three. What ever the challenges may be, I know he walks with me to help me deal withthem. 



 



 



DeAnna Quietwater Noriega



Cell: 573-544-3511



Email: dqnoriega at gmail.com



Author of Fifty Years of Walking withFriends



https://www.dldbooks.com/dqnoriega/



 



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