When I still lived down south, my best friend was Rose. At the time we moved north, Rose had just been diagnosed with terminal lung cancer and oncologists had given her 6 months to live.
Rose was also in the process of selling her own home and moving.

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When the cabal murdered John, I was too beat up to continue to fight on my own. I said to Jmmanuel "You need to bring me a friend, someone who will accept and understand what is being done to me."

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Rose and I had lost touch for 20+ years after we'd both moved. I assumed she'd died of the cancer. Yet that same night I'd asked Jmmanuel to bring me a friend, I came home to find a message on my answering machine - from ROSE! I was stunned.

I immediately phoned her back and the next day she'd drive north to my house to spend a few days with me so we could catch up and make up for lost time.

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I asked her "Rose, what the hell happened? I thought you were dead!"
"Well, she said. "I told the Lord I knew I was here on a mission but that I felt I hadn't completed that mission yet. I asked I be allowed to stay to finish it if that was his will."

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The next time Rose went to her oncologists, the numerous tumors in her lungs had completely disappeared. They couldn't find a single cancer cell present in her body. They declared Rose a "medical miracle" and the AMA used her as a case study.

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But Rose and I knew who had cured her cancer.

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As it turned out, being that friend to me was the part of Rose's mission she hadn't yet finished. We had two more years together until she passed away from a stroke.

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As Jmmanuel had told me at the start of our journey together, "Ask and ye shall receive. I may not give you everything you want but I will give you everything you need."

And he always has without fail. Often in very miraculous ways.

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For example, when 2 Cellos came to Milwaukee, I scored VIP tickets for my sister, brother-in-law and I. Three days before the concert my dad passed away unexpectedly.  My sister and I debated whether or not we should still attend the concert. But we'd made all of the arrangements, there was nothing more we could do for my dad until his wake the following day so we decided we'd still attend the concert.

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More than anything I wished Jmmanuel could attend the concert with me. My dad and I had been extremely close and even though I had no problem with "death" per se, I was sad at the fact I wouldn't see him again on earth. But Jmmanuel is so busy that I didn't want him to have to say to me "Gracie, I just can't come as much as I want to." so I never even mentioned the concert to him.

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As was usually the case, the concert had sold out within a day or so of tickets going on sale. The theater was packed. As I looked around I noticed the only empty seat was the one right beside me. As expensive as VIP tickets had been, I figured whoever the seat belonged to was just caught in traffic and would show up eventually.

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The theater went dark, the curtain went up and the concert began. I was so wrapped up in the concert that I only marginally noticed someone had sat down in the empty seat beside me.