I remember the first time I was dead. I thought I had never seen angels or experienced them before, even when men of God ministered to me that there were armies of celestial beings guiding and following me. I always thought, “I haven’t seen them in my life.” But no, I saw them, that one day, drowned in the swimming pool, when the whole unsupervised class, even the devil, thought I was good and dead. But no, that was just the first baptism. I was saved, carried through the tunnel of reversing clocks, by an angel instead. I was barely 4 years old, but that scene keeps replaying in my head. It’s like they had been sent to retrieve me from a different dimension of my past, for I was meant to be alive to share this one day. That day, someone saved my life, and it wasn’t my teacher.
Psalm 91:4:10-11. No harm will overtake you, no disaster will come near your tent.
For He will command His angels concerning you.