Jesus Is Real and Always Keeps His Promises

By Janet Baird Weisiger

Jesus Is Real and Always Keeps His Promises. Janet Baird Weisiger is a believer in Jesus and gave her heart to Jesus decades ago. When Jesus appeared to her, He promised to heal her from a deadly brain cancer, and as He kept His promise, Janet's spiritual life came alive. She keeps proclaiming Jesus is real. Jesus is not just a printed name in the New Testament, but Jesus is God in man, who loves us, cares for us, and gives us the Holy Spirit to energize our lives. This book communicates the love that poured on her from her family, the power and presence of our Lord Jesus as the brain cancer disappeared, and the change in Janet's life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: May 13, 2022
• ISBN: 9781685174828

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Jesus Is Real and Always Keeps His Promises

Janet Baird Weisiger

ISBN 978-1-68517-481-1 (paperback)

ISBN 978-1-68517-482-8 (digital)

Copyright © 2022 by Janet Baird Weisiger

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods without the prior written permission of the publisher. For permission requests, solicit the publisher via the address below.

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Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1

A Perfect Retirement

Chapter 2

Confusion and Calamity

Chapter 3

The Shadow of Death

Chapter 4

Praise God!

Chapter 5

Dancing Flowers

Chapter 6

The Prayers of the Faithful

Chapter 7

God Is the Creator and the Healer

Chapter 8

What a Joy to Know the Holy Spirit!

Chapter 9

The Loon Song Rings in Our Ears

Chapter 10

The Light of Jesus

Chapter 11

Great Is Thy Faithfulness

Chapter 12

The Joy of Music

Chapter 13

Messages and Today's Technology

Chapter 14

Blessings Abound!

Chapter 15

Tears and Trials

Chapter 16

Rehabilitation, Round One

Chapter 17

Chemo Is Tough!

Chapter 18

I Am Determined Not to Give Up!

Chapter 19

Amazing Prayer Support

Chapter 20

God's Plan Is Perfect

Chapter 21

Slow Journey

Chapter 22

A Light Is Beginning to Dawn

Chapter 23

Welcome Back to Michigan

Chapter 24

A Year of Chemotherapy Begins in Michigan

Chapter 25

Provide for Each Other

Chapter 26

Physical Therapy Is a Full-Time Job

Chapter 27

Wheelchairs and the Risen Christ!

Chapter 28

Speaking, Rejoicing, and Inpatience

Chapter 29

Endurance

Chapter 30

Trusting and Accepting

Chapter 31

He Will Never Leave Me

Epilogue

About the Author

Abraham never wavered in believing God's promise. In fact his faith grew stronger, and in this he brought glory to God. He was absolutely convinced that God was able to do anything He promised.

—Romans 4:20–21

I am the way, the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.

—John 14:6

In memory of my faithful and loving husband, Richard Dick Kendall Weisiger, who died on May 6, 2020, because of COVID at age ninety.

Thank you, Dick, for sixty-one years of precious married love and support.

Prologue

May 26, 2010, I went to bed early that evening. For the past few weeks, I had not been my usual energetic self, and I thought a good night's sleep would help me.

The sound of loons on our peaceful northern Canadian lake lulled me to sleep. The comfortable queen-size bed in the downstairs guest bedroom of our roomy lakefront retirement home gave me a feeling of luxury. Dick would soon join me after his enjoyment of the latest baseball game on TV.

It was the middle of the night. Suddenly, I turned over in bed, half awake. Something caused me to stir. What was it? And then a vision appeared directly in front of my face. I partially awoke, aware of a glorious event happening right before my very eyes. I saw something wondrous. A beautiful cushioned throne, glistening in a mass of sparkling golden rays appeared a few feet from my astonished face. The golden rays looked like sunbeams, but they were coming from the throne. They shone with intensity like nothing I had ever seen before. The golden rays kept moving back and forth, creating a visual wonder of gold sparkling intensity.

Someone was sitting on the throne, and I somehow knew, without a doubt, that the person was none other than Jesus. My heart leaped. With breathless anticipation, I realized I had a special visit from the Lord Himself. I did not see His face. It was blurred. But there was what looked like a crown on His head shining brightly in sparkling, radiating gold. Everything was glistening in gold, even the plain-colored robe He was wearing.

His hands rested on the arms of the throne, and in His left hand, He held a sphere—circular, multicolored, and radiating in golden sparkles. I wondered what the round ball of magnificent colors and golden rays meant. Could it be the globe with all the countries of the world illuminated in bright iridescent colors?

Then I heard a voice. He spoke. A voice of authority, power, and love filled my ears. The voice held warmth as He spoke in beautiful caring tones. You will be healed but in My own time frame.

I not only heard the words, but I also saw them like news updates scrolling across the bottom of the TV screen. The word but was emphasized by the power in his voice and appeared in capital letters.

And then silence. The vision left. The night surrounded me again.

My immediate unspoken response was, That's nice of You, Lord, but I'm not that sick. Please help someone who needs You more than me.

Even though I had not been feeling well, had been unusually tired and depressed, I never thought I had any serious illness. I thought that Jesus should spend His time with a more gravely ill person.

Suddenly Dick awoke. Janet, who was talking to you? Dick had heard the voice.

I just had a visit from Jesus. He told me I would be okay.

Dick responded sleepily, Oh, that's good.

We both fell back to sleep. I slept peacefully, but I wondered, what did this visit mean?

Chapter 1

A Perfect Retirement

I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress; My God, in Him will I trust.

—Psalm 91:2

Y ou are retiring to where?

Yes, Canada. We have this gorgeous piece of property on a lake about fifty minutes north of the border. It will be perfect.

That conversation was repeated countless times in 1991 as Dick and I prepared for our retirement. We were New Jersey natives, had raised our four children in Wyckoff, a lovely town in northwest Bergen County, and were now going against all New Jersey wisdom. Most people retired to Florida, the Carolinas, or even south Jersey, but Canada? Nobody in their right minds went north where there would be endless blizzards.

But we had found the perfect place, our paradise. Eighteen acres of woodland loved by deer, porcupine, wolves, bear, beaver, fisher, turkey, black rat snakes, and the precious loon, all of which we were interested in and eager to reside alongside with. All this on one-half mile of waterfront on Sand Lake. The lake was part of the Rideau Waterway, a series of lakes and canals connected by hand-operated locks. The waterway was originally built after the War of 1812 as a fortification to defend the then British territory from invasion by that annoying neighbor to the south, the United States of America.

We bought the property in 1985, hoping to retire there someday. Fortunately, by then, relationships between Canada and the United States were friendly and relaxed, and in 1991, we were welcomed by our northern neighbors to settle in our newly built home and spend as much time as we wished just so long as we returned to the States occasionally.

We spent eighteen years at our retirement property, swimming, fishing, gardening, entertaining, and relaxing. Sure, the winters were severe, but we kept warm with the wood-burning stove, special winter gear, and homemade soups. The snows were beautiful, the sunsets breathtaking, and the wildlife impressive.

Having lived in New Jersey, only forty-five minutes from Times Square, we rarely saw impressive star-filled nights due to the ever-encroaching city lights. In contrast, the nights at our Canadian lake house, located miles from any large city, granted us the joy of gazing at millions of stars, heavenly gifts in the Milky Way galaxy. We also had the stunning display of northern lights, flashing across the dark sky in pink, blue, and purple colors. Such natural beauty constantly reminded us of God's incredible creation.

I remember one wintry day, we looked out on the frozen lake, and there was a gray wolf plodding along in the new fallen snow. We watched from our porch about a quarter mile away. Then Dick whistled. The wolf immediately stopped in his tracks and looked directly toward our house where we were standing. He remained motionless for a few moments, and then turned back continuing across the ice, obviously undisturbed by our presence. He knew we were far away and thus unable to disturb him.

In the winter, the deer visited also, nibbling on the cedar trees surrounding our house. I would watch them from the bedroom window, always impressed with their beauty and quiet behavior.

One Sunday on a cold day in February, coming home from church, we saw splashes of blood on the lane. We stopped the car to get out and investigate. There right near the edge of our one-mile lane was a bloody deer carcass, probably brought down by the wolves. Undoubtedly, the deer had found it difficult to run in the deep snow with their long spindly legs, making him an easy target by crafty wolves. We were observers of nature in action.

Finally, in 2009, we had an experience that caused us to purchase a condominium in Michigan. We had talked with our family about the need to establish a second home in the winter because of our entering the senior years. Well, an event forced that decision and made us realize how much God is in control of our lives.

In the middle of March 2009, we were returning from our monthly shopping trip to Watertown, New York, when we were asked many new questions at the border crossing entering back into Canada. We showed our updated passports as usual. The polite crossing guard said, Who owns your home in New York State? We had established that address when we built our Canadian retirement home in order to maintain US citizenship. The Canadian officer who oversaw our admission to Canada in 1991 saw no problem with that.

Our son does, we responded obediently. The border guard then held our passports and directed us into the official border crossing office. A very officious, stern Canadian official proceeded to interrogate us. We began to feel like serious legal offenders.

Our defense was simple. We had entered Canada in 1991 and been told by the officer in charge that we could spend as much time in Canada as we wished, could not matriculate at any university in Canada, could not hold a job, and had to return to the States at least a couple of times a year. We were positive that had been documented in our record.

Never in the intervening years of our time in Canada had we been challenged at the border. And never, since 9/11, had we been told or officially notified of any changes in US-Canadian border policies.

Finally, after two hours of questioning and waiting, we were told we had to get out of Canada in four days or else we would be imprisoned. The customs officer said there were new restrictions on US visitors and, even though we had a legal address in New York State with our son, we were now required to own a residence in the States and remain in Canada only six months a year. Welcome to post-9/11 rules.

We were shocked and shaken. We had just completed a normal shopping trip to Watertown, left our chocolate Lab, Bonnie, at our lake house for the day, and had just been kicked out of Canada.

Hastily getting our things together, we quickly scheduled a trip to Michigan to visit two of our daughters, Carin and Diana, and their families. Over the years, we always traveled to Michigan during the first part of April to keep in touch with our families there. On this trip to Michigan, Dick and I suddenly realized that God had spoken to both of us. Buy a condo in Michigan now.

We had loved the winters in the north, but we realized the time had come to make a change in our plans. Dick would no longer have to chain down trees, split and store the four cord of wood. He would not have to plow our lane during heavy snowstorms, and we would not be housebound during periods of ice storms.

After looking at thirty condos in Holland, Michigan, we bought one close to our daughters. Fortunately, this was 2009, and the economic downturn had caused housing prices to plummet, and we found a comfortable condo in our price range. While in Holland, we also changed our driver's licenses, car plates, and our legal address, so we now became legal residents of Michigan. We hoped this would satisfy the Canadian authorities.

We decided to drive east to Syracuse, New York, where our son, Glenn, lived with his family. We planned to stay with them for a short time and then try to reenter Canada.

I had a routine eye exam in Alexandria Bay, New York, the second week in April. So we packed up our things at Glenn's house, stuffed Bonnie in the car, and decided we would try to get back to our lake house.

Praying all the way to the US-Canadian border, we approached the border station nervously. The crossing guard took our passports, checked us out on the computer, and then, to our joy and amazement, waved us through. There was no notice on his computer that we had done anything illegally, no notice of possible imprisonment, no unusual questions, just a routine entrance. We couldn't believe it. Just a few months before, we had been severely questioned and detained at the border and wondered if we were ever going to get back into Canada. Now here we were passing through the border with no questions asked.

We praised the Lord and sang our thanks. Both of us realized that God had let this border problem happen so we would buy the condo in Michigan. God knew it was time to get a condo, and He orchestrated the events so we would do what He knew was necessary.

Chapter 2

Confusion and Calamity

Save me, O God! For the waters have come up to my neck.

—Psalm 69:1

The winter of 2009 was spent in Michigan. We took time buying furniture, decorating the condo, making some improvements, and enjoying new friends. We left in late April 2010, anxious to return to the daffodils and tulips I had planted on our Canadian property.

A few weeks after we arrived in Canada, I started experiencing periods of unexplained fatigue and depression. I rested, pushed myself to garden, and tried to figure what was wrong. As a nurse (I was a graduate of Columbia University Presbyterian Hospital School of Nursing in NYC), I constantly attempted to self-diagnose myself.

Finally, in early June, I was planting some marigolds in the garden when I suddenly fell over from my kneeling position onto the ground and could not get up. Dick immediately came to my side to help me. But I did not want to leave that spot until the marigolds were planted. Wasn't that more important than my physical condition? I thought so.

About a week later, I was taking a bath in our upstairs whirlpool tub. I did not have the strength to get out of the tub. Dick heard my calls and came to help me. Something definitely was wrong with me, but I could not figure it out.