The Beginning

My story begins with a dream, a dream that has been my Promise. It's one of the many confirmations of Gods healing, but it is also one of the things that has given me strength, peace, and hope to continue to hold on, to keep fighting.

In my dream, I was standing at church and I got on my knees to pray, as I was praying, two angels came up to me. They said "Krestina, because of your relationship with God, the Devil wants to destroy you, he wants to fight for your life; he's going to attack you, but fight through it, your faith is what will heal you.. so continue to have faith child."

I woke up, shot up, my heart pounding. I knew that dream was from the Lord. I got on my knees and I said "Lord, whatever is coming my way, please give me strength and wisdom to endure what is about to happen."

The very next day, all I remember is walking in the hallway at my job, holding onto the walls. As I turned the corner, I looked at my boss, wanting to ask her, beg her for help.. and then I collapsed, not moving, not breathing, and no heartbeat for the very first time. 

Whenever I opened my eyes, the paramedics were surprised. Based on the their tests, they didn't think I would make it, or at best, I would be in a coma. I was so confused, I didn't understand what happened to cause this, I didn't remember anything from that day, or the day before except for one thing and one thing only... the dream. And that's where my journey began..........