When Mercy Won Over Judgement

By Helen V. Wolfe

On February 14, 1981, my life changed forever. I was transported from my hospital bed to a place where I encountered the phenomenally powerful creator of the universe. Our meeting, however, was in a place of utter hopelessness and despair. This is a place few have visited and returned to speak of the horrific eternal judgement awaiting those who are unaware of its presence.

Through my death experience, I received awesome mercy and forgiveness. I have taken a journey from depression and abuse to freedom and enjoying the life God came to give everyone. I am here to tell you what He has done for me, He wants to do for each and every human being on this earth. Take a walk with me through this book and discover what I have discovered.

About the Author:

As a single mom and grandmother, I am totally committed to the Lord Jesus Christ. Originally from Manitoba, my heart took me to the streets of Winnipeg to bring the same hope I found to the lost. The Lord has been so merciful to me that I couldn’t help but bring this good news to anyone who would listen and learn of our great and awesome God, creator of the universe and mankind. My travels have taken me across Canada, to Mexico and on to England. My journey is far from over, and Lord willing, I will continue to run my race until He takes me home. Every day I am transforming more and more into His image, going from glory to glory as He continues to work in and through me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Word Alive Press
• Release date: Apr 30, 2015
• ISBN: 9781486602261

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When mercy won over judgement

Copyright © 2014 by Helen V. Wolfe

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DEDICATION

I want to thank my Heavenly Father for without Him there would be no story. I love you Abba, thank you for giving me another chance. I love you Jesus, thank you for setting me free, I love you Holy Spirit, thank you for leading me into all truth.

I also want to thank my earthly dad, who is in heaven now but gave me his blessing to write this book. I love you dad and we will meet again and be together forever.

To my daughters for their support and many hours of tedious work, listening patiently, and having to go through this with me, thank you I love you both so very much.

Lastly, I want to thank Amy and Jen at Word Alive for their expertise, wisdom and all of their assistance in creating the finished copy. You are amazing and so patient. Thanks and God bless you.

FOREWORD

If you have been searching for truth and want to know if there is life after death you have come to the right book. I found out just in time and changed my life forever. This world is only a stopover before you enter eternity. There is one catch though, not everyone goes to the same place but everyone can choose where they want to go.

There are only two places people go after death, heaven or hell. They are also completely opposite from one another. Heaven is a place of rest, peace, and divine beauty, whereas hell is a place of torment, pain, and unquenchable fire.

These are very real places and hopefully as you read this story you will choose the best place to spend your eternity.

PART ONE: The Beginning

CHAPTER ONE: Judgement Day

CHAPTER TWO: The Birth of a Dreamer

PART TWO: The Dark Years

CHAPTER THREE: The Curse of Alcohol

CHAPTER FOUR: The Attack

CHAPTER FIVE: Broken Dreams

PART THREE: The Blessing of God

CHAPTER SIX: Learn and Live in the Blessing

CHAPTER SEVEN: A Powerful Helper

CHAPTER EIGHT: Prosper As Your Soul Prospers

PART ONE

THE BEGINNING

CHAPTER ONE

JUDGEMENT DAY

On February 14, 1981, time seemed to stand still, each moment bringing more agonizing pain. Desperately longing for relief, a new wave of pain tore through my exhausted body. I sensed something was terribly wrong. I heard myself screaming as the pain continued hitting my body. Then vaguely, as if from a great distance, I could hear the doctor telling me to be quiet, that this baby would be out soon. This delivery was definitely more difficult than my first. The complications I had with that delivery were ever present in my mind. Trying to remove the fear and anxiety over this pregnancy wasn’t easy but knowing the end was near brought hope.

My baby girl arrived around 2:00 am. She was placed on my chest by the nurse but being in such a weakened state I was not able to move my arms to touch or hold her. Lying motionless, I stared into those beautiful brown eyes. She was quiet as a mouse. Her little face was covered with broken blood vessels; it was very obvious that the delivery was very difficult for her as well. Too soon, she was whisked away to the nursery while I was taken to recovery. I was hoping to get some much-needed rest and that with the help of some medication, I would be back to my normal self and enjoying my daughter soon.

This was not to be. That nagging feeling of knowing something was very wrong was ready to manifest and change my life forever. As soon as I was settled in the recovery room I felt something gushing out of me. The pain in my uterus intensified so I called the nurse for help. Previous experience told me once the bleeding started it would not be easy to stop but knowing that I was in a hospital and surrounded by professionals, I trusted that all would be well.

Within minutes nurses and doctors were all around me. There was blood all over the sheets and a male figure was trying to remove all the blood clots by pushing on my stomach. He kept talking to me but I cannot remember what he was saying and I kept telling him to stop. Others were hooking me up to intravenous and monitors. I just wanted to be left alone and the pain to end.

A female surgeon introduced herself to me and put a form in front of me. She informed me of the immediate need for surgery then asked for my written consent. While signing the form I lost consciousness and could not complete my signature. All awareness of my familiar surroundings was gone, and I was oblivious to what was happening in the hospital.

The next instant I was no longer on earth and no longer in pain. I noticed myself sitting, although I’m not sure what was underneath me. The air felt very heavy and it was pitch black. It was the darkest place I had ever known. I could not see my feet, hands or any part of my body. My senses were 1000 times heightened and crystal clear. Despite having passed out in the ICU ward, I was completely alert and aware of the afterlife. Without being told I knew I was waiting for God’s judgement and then hell fire. I could also sense the presence of other people but could not see or hear them.

This was life after death. I don’t know how I knew, I just knew. There was also a knowledge that if I was in hell there would be no returning from there. I also knew I was not in heaven or anywhere near it. I have read true stories of people sharing their experiences of seeing bright lights, angels and being so peaceful when they have a near death experience, or just before they pass away; this was not the case with me. Instead I felt totally hopeless and I knew this was my judgement and that I deserved everything that was coming to me. My hatred for God had put me here.

Then a bolt of lightning flashed through the unnatural darkness and simultaneously a voice thundered and spoke to me saying, Do you want to live? This was a voice of great authority, and it exploded like a sonic boom. It was like nothing I had ever heard before. I knew it was God giving me a second chance.

Yes! I cried out, Lord if you will let me live I will raise my girls for you, just take me away from my abusers. I so desperately needed freedom from the years of pain I had suffered. I wanted a new life and I believed that God was the way to get it. I wasn’t willing to live another day in my old life.

Psalm 18:13-14 (ESV) says,

"The Lord also thundered in the heavens,

and the Most High uttered his voice,

hailstones and coals of fire.

And he sent out his arrows and scattered them;

he flashed forth lightnings and routed them."

Humbly, I accepted His offer to live and immediately after I said yes, I opened my eyes and was right back in the hospital. Wow. I had an encounter with the Living God and He gave me a second chance to live.

CHAPTER TWO

THE BIRTH OF A DREAMER

It all began on April 11, 1956: my birthday. My mom had endured nine months of pregnancy but I was not about to let her get away with only nine. To everyone’s surprise I made her wait another two weeks before her body would get relief. The last thing an expectant mother wants to hear when she is overdue is, not today! Her only comfort was that without a doubt, one day the baby would come. When I finally made my debut the one word that was repeatedly spoken over me was stubborn.

My parents came from a long line of very hard workers. My great grandfather was Abraham Wolfe. Some of his story is written in the book called Old Colony Mennonites in Canada, by Delbert F. Plett. Originally his parents came from Prussia. He was a teacher and ran a printery on the side to assist with school materials. He also became a physician and studied in Minneapolis, New York and Chicago.

Everyone knew him as the one armed wolf, as he lost his arm while operating farm equipment. This did not keep him from maintaining the farm, but his first and most-loved profession was medicine. He kept the sick in his home if need be, until they got well or died. There were always a lot of needy people in his home that required much care and attention. He was a doctor for many Mexican people.

His son, Isaac, my grandfather, became an excellent mechanic and likewise taught it to his son, my father, also named Isaac (everyone called him Ike for short). My grandfather learned the Spanish language very well and became an interpreter. His family originally lived in Canada but then there was the great exodus to Mexico to preserve their faith and culture. This move would prove to be very costly to them.

They took pride in all they did and passed it on down to their children. They were generous and helped wherever they could. I never really knew my grandparents because my parents left Mexico before I was born. After that my grandparents moved to British Honduras, along with many other families, and lived in a town called Spanish Lookout. Some of those families are still there today.

They all had very strong religious beliefs. They loved God and had great respect for Him. Church attendance was really important, as was helping those in need. My dad would give the shirt off his back to help someone and my mom was ready without notice to feed anyone who came to visit. She was an amazing cook and could make a delicious meal from anything! They gave to others even if they were in need themselves, following in the very footsteps of Abraham Wolfe, my great grandfather.

Leaving Mexico, my parents immigrated to Manitoba, Canada but did not stay in one place for too long. Relocation was important as the family grew. As kids we did not appreciate all the moving and I am sure my mom would agree; it was too much packing.

I wasn’t the first child, nor the last, but one of many. My oldest sibling was born in Mexico and the rest were born in Canada—twelve in all that survived, and I was the fifth. Life was good for this normal, but constantly growing, family (if you can call anything normal). As a child I had a lot of fun. Yes, we had our catfights, dogfights, squabbles and trying to get away with things as kids do, but nothing serious that I can remember. I do, however, recall an incident where I had been quite naughty and put a frog down my sister’s back. I found it when we were playing and thought it would be funny just to put it in her dress. Although I was told it was not nice and verbally disciplined, I could not stop laughing.

I also enjoyed a little habit known as rocking. I would sit on the couch and rock back and forth as a little girl. My mom would catch me but ignore it, as she figured little kids have these little things they do. Two of my other sisters would suck their thumbs. They were offered bribes if they quit, which worked for one of them but it took a little more than that for the other! However, as long as we were okay mom was happy.

My dad had a movie camera and he would film us. As we grew older we would sit