THE MOST AMAZING PHOTO EVER
 

    A few days before the photo was taken, my mother felt inspired to write a message from the Lord for our church’s gathering of believers. It wasn’t uncommon; people often stood before the congregation to share testimonies or words the Lord had given them. She read her letter aloud, but some there that day claimed it wasn’t from the Lord. She was embarrassed and devastated; to hear that the inspired words were rejected.

    The following day, she wandered into the woodland near our home. Distraught and in tears, she cried to the Lord, saying, ‘They did not believe that you spoke to me.’ She was asking Him for a sign to prove He had given her the message.

    That very night, she had a vivid dream. She walked out of her bedroom, down the stairway, and through the back door. Outside, she looked up to the sky and saw a bright light. ‘Oh Lord,’ she exclaimed as the lights rays streamed down, touching her heart. The light was so powerful it pushed her backward toward the ground. Just then, as she was falling backwards the Lord said, ‘You asked me for a sign, and I am going to give it to you. Get your camera ready; when you see this light again,

I will show you the sign.’ The dream ended.

  Every day afterwards, she would walk out of the back door looking up to the sky,

looking for the bright light she had seen in the dream.   A few days later, close

to evening, the light appeared.  She grabbed her camera, loaded with fresh film

as the dream instructed, and snapped random shots, unsure what the sign would be, until the roll of film ran out. Days later, the film was developed, eagerly, she scanned the pictures, but disappointment hit, nothing unusual, no sign, nothing stood out. Sadly, she tucked the pictures away in a cabinet drawer.

    Meanwhile her father had become very ill in Philadelphia, so she had to take a quick trip to see him, while she was away from home my sister happened to find the envelope of pictures and took them to her room to look at them, she couldn't believe how many meaningless pictures my mother had taken, pictures of clouds, treetops, the edge of the roof gables, then all of a sudden one of the pictures got her attention she could clearly see the eyes, she immediately got chills and ran out of the room, my father happened to be talking with mom on the phone, she grabbed the phone ..."Mom did you see the eyes!" ..."What eyes" ... "The eyes in the pictures you took" ...  Mom said, "I knew there had to be something in the pictures." As soon as she got back, she had many prints of the photo made from the negative, and since then, many times over the years, she would have more prints made to give to friends and family.

    I was asking her for more details about

the picture than I ever had before.  I was

writing it all down, I asked if she still had the

negative because I recalled that in the past

it could not be found and then miraculously

it reappeared, now she said it was missing

again, she had taken it to a local CVS, not

aware the store would soon be closing

permanently. During the store's shutdown, they told her they couldn't find the negative or the pictures, it was lost again. All she could remember was that the lost negative was number eleven, the eleventh picture she took the day the light appeared.

    I could remember seeing the picture’s negative often, everything about the picture fascinated me,  one detail in the negative really stood out: the source of the light, such a small dot in the negative, why does the sun look so small I would say.  Well, here is the answer. Remember her dream:

‘When you see this light again, I will show you the sign.’

She was not told  ‘when you see the sun again.’  She wasn’t looking up to the sky searching for the sun, she was looking for the light she saw in the dream.  The light in the photo is not the sun.

This is not unheard of,  On the road to Damascus, scripture says, ‘Suddenly a brilliant light from heaven shone down on Paul’  Acts 9:3.

    I wasn’t trying to write a book, so I skipped some details Mom shared to save time.  My goal was to capture the picture’s origin,  before time passed,  leaving just the image with no explanation.  I was done writing, I held the picture and told her the right eye looked calming and gentle.  Later, I recalled Isaiah 1:18,  ‘Come, let us reason together,’  says the Lord. Yes, I found it to be that kind of an eye,  however in the left eye I see no mercy—only anger and fury,  then my thought went back to the lost negative, number eleven, the eleventh picture she had taken the day the light appeared. While I was preparing to leave, I suggested she read Psalm 11,  Excited, she asked, ‘Yeah, you did?’  No, not regarding the picture I said, but I'm going to read it too.  I arrived home; I couldn’t wait to read the Psalm.   Here it is:

 

                                                                          PSALM 11

 

​HOW DARE YOU TELL ME 

FLEE TO THE MOUNTAINS FOR SAFETY

WHEN I AM TRUSTING IN THE LORD

FOR THE WICKED HAVE STRUNG THEIR BOWS

DRAWN THEIR ARROWS TIGHT AGAINST THE BOWSTRINGS

AND AIMED FROM AMBUSH AT THE PEOPLE OF GOD

 LAW AND ORDER HAVE COLLAPSED

WHAT CAN THE RIGHTEOUS DO BUT FLEE

BUT THE LORD IS STILL IN HIS HOLY TEMPLE

HE STILL RULES FROM HEAVEN

HE CLOSELY WATCHES EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS HERE ON EARTH

HE PUTS THE RIGHTEOUS AND THE WICKED TO THE TEST

HE HATES THOSE LOVING VIOLENCE

HE WILL RAIN DOWN FIRE AND BRIMSTONE ON THE WICKED 

AND SCORCH THEM WITH HIS BURNING WIND

FOR GOD IS GOOD AND HE LOVES GOODNESS

THE GODLY SHALL SEE HIS FACE

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