Never lose hope. You may be one prayer away from a miracle.

[Devotee]

Courtesy of an SRF Devotee:

"Never lose hope. You may be one prayer away from a miracle.

Rosa is a twenty-nine year-old Catholic, Hispanic teacher who had
just finished her Master’s Degree in Education and had started
teaching in the inner city of L.A. She was devoted to her five-month-
old little girl, Maria, who was always laughing and giggling.

Her family and I were close, so late one night when I received a
phone call saying that Rosa had just had a sudden heart attack I was
stunned. She had been rushed to the hospital, and on the surgical
table her heart had stopped four times. Though the doctors had revived
her, she remained in a coma—on life-support systems and kidney
dialysis as she awaited open heart surgery and a liver transplant. One
hundred family and friends were crowded into the L.A. emergency room.
Her parents slept nightly by her bedside, refusing to leave. As she
wavered between life and death, her right hand turned gangrene, and
her white blood cell count spiked to 48,000, indicating a major, life-
threatening infection.

She had been unconscious for a week when I walked into her ICU
room and stood at her bedside. Her sister, Ella, had begged me to
“just come and pray,” so I made the two-and-a-half hour trip to Rosa’s
side. Though I’d been a nurse for thirty years, I’d never seen a human
body so sick—so many machines, at least ten hanging IV antibiotics, a
ventilator breathing for her. I was overwhelmed by what she and her
family were experiencing.

Ignoring appearances, I gently took Rosa’s arm and asked Yogananda
(my spiritual teacher) and all the Masters to come and help her. I
reminded her sister of Christ’s words, “When two or more are gathered
in my name, there am I.” So we prayed together for Rosa. My heart
surrendered and riveted on God. I affirmed her complete healing as I
surrendered her situation to God’s grace. After about ten minutes I
intuitively saw the image of Rosa at the Christ Center (the point
between the eyebrows). She was laughing and smiling. Though minutes
before it felt like her body, mind and spirit were energetically
scattered, suddenly they locked into place. I opened my eyes to see
her staring right at me. She was alert and responsive to her family—
itself a miracle as the doctors had thought she would have brain
damage.

Day by day she healed slowly, but her condition remained drastic.
A week later her Mom frantically phoned me asking me to come back that
night to pray. I was tired and wanted to go the next day, but my heart
gave me a clear message to go “right now.” I walked into the ICU at
10:00 PM to see Rosa again unconscious. This time, however, her
jaundiced gaze was fixed at the Christ Center. I could feel her death
was imminent. Her parents and family were frantic and terrified.

Gently lifting her arm, I again silently prayed to the Masters—
saying their names over and over. I prayed out loud believing and
calling on Yogananda’s presence. In my thoughts I said to her, “This
is where your body is. Focus HERE,” and I put my finger at her Christ
Center on her forehead. A deep peace came over the room, and as I
opened my eyes, Rosa was again looking directly at me. She was
completely conscious and alert enough to respond to her husband and
family.

The next day Rosa told her father that as I was praying by her
bedside, she had already crossed over to the other side. She told him
that I came to the other side (even though I was not aware of this)
with “an Indian man” to “bring her back.” She described Yogananda in
detail even though she had no idea who he was. When I showed her his
photo on the cover of Autobiography of a Yogi, she kept nodding,
“That’s him. He came to bring me back.”

She said, “When I asked him who he was, he said, “I’m a friend of
Judy’s.” And then Rosa said, “Judy said to me, ‘Focus HERE,’ showing
me where my body was.” Even though my words “focus here” were only
mental thoughts, Rosa received them, and even though she had already
crossed over to the other side.

Yogananda and the saints promise to watch over us and those we
love. Rosa had no idea who he was, but by my simple loving request, he
healed her and brought her back from two comas. Since this story Rosa
has returned home and has made an amazing recovery. She now lives with
her husband, little girl and family in Los Angeles.

This true story is testimony to the living power of God’s love.

UPDATE FROM JUDY: 4/20/2012
I just visited Rosa and her whole family in L.A. last week. She is
doing well, and Maria, her little girl, is now about three. Rosa and
Ella wanted to make this story public to inspire others.