I'm 14 years old. It was last year when I was thirteen. My grandma had just died and I really was angry with God about losing her. One day a couple months after my grandmas funeral I was in my room doing some homework and getting agitated with my math homework when I heard a voice. I thought it was my mom so I called down to see what she wanted. Then I remembered that they had gone on a date. Thinking it was one of my sisters I told them to stop scaring me and get their stuff and go back to their friends house. Then it was quiet for another five minutes. Then I heard it again and this time saw it. There my grandma stood in her funeral dress and jewels. I thought I was imagining things so I rubbed my eyes and then looked up again. She was at my door smiling and reaching out her hand. I was so scared I didn't do anything but sit there in fear. Then she disappeared. I ran up and grabbed the cross sitting near my door and ran back to my bed. I sat there an hour before my parents got home and found every light switch in the house turned on.
Then I had to go to bed. I walked up stairs an completely forgot about the incident. I got into bed and started to fall asleep when I heard something fall off my dresser. I got out of bed and picked up my drawing journal. There it was flipped to an empty page and there was writing on it. On the page in my grandmas hand writing was a verse of the bible and a quote my grandma loved, " DO NOT LIVE LIFE IN FEAR." The bible quote was one that went along with the teaching of fear:
2 Timothy 1:7 "For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline." This is now my favorite verse in the bible.