Whispers, Words and Lessons from God

By Eileen Pearson

This book is about the times God has whispered to me. I called it "whispered" because no one else in the room heard him but me. I call the voice God's because God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit are one. The words are the times God uses me to give a message to others. I have learned a lot from working with God, and the voice said I should write the stories the way I tell them.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Mar 2, 2020
• ISBN: 9781098014391

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Whispers, Words and Lessons from God

Eileen Pearson

Copyright © 2019 by Eileen Pearson

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Table of Contents

Whispers

Third Whispers

Memories Given

Words

Heaven

Teaching Life Lessons

Memories from Court

Life Lessons to Me!

Learning to Give!

Learning to Play

Hearing during a Coma

Dealing with Death

Drugs, Sex, and Alcohol

Revenge

Right Time, Right Place

The Cards

Becoming a Chaplain

Psalm 71

To all my brothers and sisters in Christ…

When you find yourself in the position to help someone, be happy and feel blessed because God is answering the person’s prayer through you.

Remember: Our purpose on earth is not to get lost in the dark but to be a light to others, so that they may find way through us.

God bless you.

Chapter 1

Whispers

The best decision I ever made was when I listened and believed in the voice of God.

I was an army wife and a mom living on the base at Fort Carson, Colorado, far from home. The evening before a couple of other moms and I took our sons to play at the base pool to teach them to swim, we were army wives. We lived in government housing. We were stay-at-home moms who took care of our families.

After I got home, I put both of my children to bed. My son, Andy, was almost four and my daughter, Yvonne, had just turned one. As a rule, we were early to bed and early to raise, so around 9:00 p.m., we went to bed; about 11:00 p.m., my son woke up crying, and I went to see what was wrong. He was having a nightmare about swimming and was saying I was going to leave him in the water by himself; I just held and told him I would stay. When he went back to sleep, I finally went back to bed. About an hour later, my son started crying again. This time, my husband slapped me on the side of my face and said, Go take care of my son. I got up and got into bed with Andy and just hugged him and kept saying everything would be alright, to calm him down, as tears ran down my face.

My husband came into the room with his new shotgun.

He pointed it at us and said, If you ever make my son cry again, I will kill you.

I was very scared that he would kill us.

For the last few months, my husband has been very different. I would not know how he would come home. Would he walk in the door after work and say, Hi, how was your day? or if he would come home angry…

*****

The next morning, my husband had gone to work by the time the three of us got up. I made breakfast for the children and sent my son out to play with the other kids outside. When I looked in the mirror, I realized I had a black eye. After I got our daughter down for her morning nap, I sat down on the sofa and prayed. I told God I had had enough beatings, that this was the straw to broke the camel’s back.

My husband had been beating me for a while. And I know I could take it but not my children.

Then the room got very still and quiet, and a voice whispered, Everything will be all right.

I said, Okay. Thank you.

I believed that it was the voice of God saying everything would be all right. I did not know how, why, when, or what he would change. I just believed that God would take care of my situation.

*****

About six weeks later, my husband came home from work all excited. He said, I am going back to Germany, and you are not going with me.

It was all I could do to keep a straight face as I said to myself, Thank you, God! Thank you, God!

When he was deployed to Germany, we—my children and I—moved to Florida to be near my parents. My family did not ask questions about why I did not want to go back to Germany. They helped me get settled and build a new life.

Little by little, things fell into place. We found a cheap rental house and sold the van we had in Colorado and bought a smaller cheaper car. And I found a job and went to school nights for a better job to support my children.

The military said I could not divorce a serviceman without his consent, and a husband does not have to support his wife and his kids without a court order, a separation, or divorce paper. It took three years to get a divorce. I was twenty-three years old when my husband left. By the time I got divorced, I was twenty-six. God took care of us the whole time.

When a bill was due that I did not have money for, money would show up in the mail—a deposit refund or someone would give us money. It just showed up when needed. The United Way helped with day care for my kids; it cost me one hour of pay per week. People helped us a lot by babysitting for me to go to school nights and for letting me work overtime at my job. People helped by finding me a better job. Each better job helped us get on our feet.

My husband sent money if he felt like it; I never knew when money would show up. I had to learn not to depend on anyone but God.

After the divorce, I bought our first house. I had saved every nickel and dime. It was a small three-bedroom home. We moved into our house and made it a home for the three of us. We worked together; my job was to work and pay for home, food, and clothes. Their job was to get an education. We went to the beaches a lot because they were free! As the jobs got better, we got to play more, in Florida that means camping and Disney. Life became very good because I believed and put my life in God’s hands!

I was raised a Catholic; I did all the classes, first communion, confirmation, and married in the Catholic Church. I also had a neighbor who had been a missionary, and her daughter was a missionary. She was very passionate about Jesus.

What I learned from this is to listen and to trust in God and move forward—one step at a time, one day at a time! Give thanks to God and keep moving forward.

*****

The next time I heard a voice in my head, I was out dancing with my girlfriends. For some reason, I had chosen to drive myself, the other two girls came in the car together. Usually we carpooled, then somebody could be the safe driver going home. That night, I was out dancing with my friends on the dance floor. All of a sudden, the voice in my head said, Go home. Go home now! I looked around and found my friends. I tapped them on the shoulders and said, I have to leave now. I didn’t want them to worry about me being missing. I have to go home. I did not want to say the voice in my head. I have to go home, so I got my purse, and I left (this was long before cell phones).

When I got home, I found the front door open, just the screen door was there between the inside of the house and outside which I knew did not have a lock on it. This was at about eleven o’clock at night, so I went in the house. I could see my fifteen year old sister sleeping on the couch, and my kids were in their beds. So I went back in to shut the door. I sat down and chilled out a minute wondering why. Why did I have to come home? I realized the door was open, but it was considered a very safe quiet neighborhood. We never had problems.