Woman Dies and Sees Cousin in Hell

Praise his blessed name. We are the most joyful people on earth. Amen. Glory be to the Lord. At this time, I am going to share a brief testimony of what the Lord has done in my life. Brothers and sisters, in 2015, something happened to me. Perhaps the Lord was calling me. It was a Sunday. I had gone out with my husband and suddenly I began to feel unwell. I started feeling a chill that I couldn't understand.

So, I told my husband, "I'm going back." I took a motorcycle taxi and started heading home. And while I was on my way, perhaps halfway there, I heard a voice, a very loud voice, saying to me, "Today you are going to die." I was frightened. I was traveling alone and the young man driving me, he was probably about 12 or 13 years old. I turned around to see who was speaking to me, but there was no one there.

Then I heard it again, "Today you are going to die." And I thought, "Maybe this is just the fever coming on." I heard it again for the third time, someone telling me, "Today you are going to die." At that moment, I didn't understand what was happening. You see, I had been a Christian before, but when we are young, when we are young women, we often say, "Christianity is for old people. I want to enjoy my life."

I was one of those young women who felt that way, even though I knew the word of God, since my mother had been a Christian for a long time, because I wanted to do things my own way. Suddenly, I began to feel even worse. When I arrived home, my mother, I don't know how she noticed, helped me out of the motorized rickshaw. I couldn't utter a word. I was saying, "Lord, what is happening to me?" That was the moment I turned my thoughts to the Lord.

My mother helped me inside and sat me down in the living room. I wanted a drink. I could feel the thirst in my throat. I wanted to drink water, but I couldn't speak. I don't know how, but my mother brought me a glass of water, yet I could barely manage a single sip. So, my dad picked me up, seeing that I couldn't even get up on my own, and carried me to the bed. And it was at that moment that I began to feel a deep anguish.

It was at that moment that I felt I was dying. Let me tell you, a person who is dying is fully conscious and knows perfectly well that they are dying, because that is how I felt. Suddenly, I began saying to my dad and mom, "Mom, please forgive me, because I have often offended you by disobeying you." I started telling my mom, "Mom, I'm dying." And then I began to feel coldness at the tips of my toes, and that coldness started creeping further and further up my body.