My personal Testimony of how God brought me back to life

Hi my name is Anastasiia Volovodyk, I was born in Ukraine, me and my family moved to the USA when I was 13 years old, now I am 19 years old, and by the grace of God I am still living and breathing in today’s day. I would like to share my testimony with you all how I have had an out of body experience in my life and I will also tell you about how I was dead and how Jesus brought me back to life. This happened in May 2007, 17 years ago, when I was only two years old. One day I entered the kitchen, where we had a gas stove, and an electronic lighter was attached to it, which had 260 volts of current, usually used to light the stove. And as a child, I was curious to know what it was, and when there was no one around I took that lighter with my left hand and automatically the button was pressed, and at the same moment 260 volts of current hit into my left hand, then the current passed through my heart and came out through my left leg, thereby 260 volts of current burned the veins and after what my heart stopped. After which I fell to the floor dead, by leaning my head against the iron pipe that heated the house, with the help of which a circular current circuit occurred in my body. And then my body turned gray, and the tips of the fingers on my left hand were burned to the bone. At that moment, my Mom was in the bathroom, which was next to the kitchen. As a child, I was a noisy child, and my mother, hearing that the house had become quiet, went into the kitchen to see where I was. And going out into the kitchen, she saw my motionless body on the floor, and a lighter in my hand, after which she realized what had happened. Father immediately came running to Mom’s screams, he took the lighter from my hand, and when he took the lighter he was also electrocuted. And then he checked my pulse, but there was no pulse anymore, and my body began to cool down. Dad lifted my motionless body from the floor and gave it to Mom in her arms, after which he ran to his sister whom lived next door and called her, then they all began to pray together so that God would bring me back to life. They prayed for about two hours, so hard that it seemed like there was no roof over their heads. And at that time when they prayed, my soul was out of my body, and I watched everything that was happening from above, as if there was no ceiling, and I could see through the ceiling. And at that moment I was in Jesus’ arms, he had very light/white hair shoulder-length, his clothes were so white/that there is no such white color on earth, and the clothes on him shimmered like fire and lightnings, his face shone, and he was very handsome, Jesus had kind smile on his face, he had the most beautiful eyes full of unconditional love and understanding, he had a strong energy around him and it felt so amazing to be next to him. And as a Soul of child I understood who he was because the soul knows its creator, and then I called him by his name “Jesus”, so I turned to Jesus and asked him to let me go to my Mom, and he answered: Go. During prayer, I began to make sounds, and when I fully came to my senses, my parents took me to the hospital.

When they arrived at the hospital, they met a cleaning lady who had the gift of prophecy. My parents told her what had happened to me and asked her for advice. To which she replied: Don’t tell the doctors that she was dead, because in such a situation they usually give an injection to normalize the beating of the heart, but in this case, it is unknown, in which condition the heart is right now, so instead tell doctors that she was unconscious. Having entered the hospital department, I was taken for a cardiogram. They did a cardiogram twice but could not understand anything. After that, they sent me to the ward and said that tomorrow they would call the Honored Professor of the USSR a woman, who for a long time had been retired. The next day when she came, she looked at the cardiogram and listened to the beating of the heart, and said that this type of situation was for the first time in her life, and “That what you were saying that she was unconscious it’s not possible, the cardiogram shows that the heart stopped, and I amazed how is it beating right now, I don’t understand. I listened to heart beat and the beating is well and the pulse is normal.” after what she prescribed me some pills. Then began the treatment of my hand. The doctors categorically insisted on cutting off three fingers on my left hand, since the two phalanges on the fingers were only bones protruding from the third phalanx, and there was no flesh on them, since it was burned. But my parents did not agreed to this, after which my Father went to the prophet, and when he arrived, my father did not have time to cross the threshold of the house when the prophet opened the door and said ” Don’t tell me your need, because God has already revealed to me that you will come and told me about your worry and God said this word’s to you: They offer to cut off your child’s fingers, but don’t let them cut off those fingers, I will give the fingers to her.” On this basis, the parents told the doctors: do whatever you want, but we won’t let you cut off her fingers, God said that he will give the fingers to her. The doctors said: how can your God give her the fingers when there are no veins, no meat, no skin there. But the parents stood their ground, saying that if God raised Lazarus from dead, then he also can give her the fingers. Then the doctors, after all convincing, asked my parents to sign the paper that says that doctors would not be responsible for anything if something happened to me. After what all the doctors of the Hospital convened a consultation and decided to sew in the damaged fingers into part of my back, and my fingers were supposed to be sewn into my back throughout the month. The next day when they sewed my fingers into my back they were supposed to rewash my fingers so the infection will not be able to get into my wounds, and they were supposed to do this every day for about a month, but all the Chief Doctors right on the second day after they sewed my fingers, they went on the vacation just on, only the head nurse remained, which one for some reasons did not have washed my fingers. A week later, when the doctors returned from vacation, by that time my hand was covered with pus, due to the head nurse’s mistake. After washing the wounds, doctors took a test and discovered a sepsis-blood poisoning, and without telling my parents about it, they did tests for about a month and a half throughout every day, using different treatments, because of which my skin color turned light green because nothing worked in my good. My Mom began to suspect that something was wrong. And turning to the doctors, she says: You said that in a month you would unsew her hand, but it has already passed a month and a half. Then they confessed and said that: the conversation is no longer about the fingers, we are fighting for her life right now, because there is very high sepsis in her blood, and we have already tried all the treatments we could, but nothing helps, and the condition is getting worse, we have one more treatment for adults left which may help, but if we will give it to her, then she will be an abnormal child since this type of treatment is only for adults and she is only two years old. Then my parents said to doctors: Why didn’t you tell us anything about it?! for it is written in the Bible: whoever is sick, call the prosweaters and let the sick confess his sins, they will pray over him and he will be healed. Allow us, we will call the prosweaters to the hospital and let them pray for her. But the Head of the Hospital Department said: No, sign a paper that says if anything happens to me the hospital does not bear any responsibility for that, and then said take your child, and then go wherever you want. My parents signed the paper and took me home, having previously told the prosweaters that they would bring me for a prayer. When my parents brought me to a prayer, the prosweaters anointed me with oil, and prayed over me, as it said in the Bible, and after prayer they saw a change in me — my skin color became normal and I also got rosy cheeks like a healthy child.

After that, I was taken to the hospital again, all this time my arm was sewn to my back. When I was taken to the hospital, nurses came to take a blood test from me to make sure I had healed. Couple minutes later they came up to me again to take blood for the 2nd time. And my Mom asked them: why do you need her to take the blood test again, don’t you see that God healed her?! To which they replied: but we want to check what kind of sepsis she has in her blood. Then the parents told them: We don’t need the result of the analysis, we know that God healed her, but as a testimony to you that God has healed her we allow you to take an analysis for a 2nd time. Then the nurses said: Yes, we will quickly do this blood test. Within half an hour later the laboratory that checked my blood results called and said that the blood test shows that the blood was sterile and there was no sepsis anymore. To which the Head of the Hospital Department lady said: This cannot be true, because yesterday the sepsis was so high, but now how is it not there?!, she told them to check it again for the 2nd and 3rd time because the Head Lady of the Hospital Department couldn’t believe the results laboratory told her was true, because she thought that it’s impossible that I healed the next day, because yesterday I was dying and now I’m perfectly fine.. After some time, the laboratory called again and said: The blood is really sterile, but just in case, we sowed it on mushrooms, let’s see what the result will be there. In the end the result was good. During this sepsis they gave me a lot of blood transfusions, so they even took a DNA test to check if my DNA hasn’t changed. Time passed and doctors began preparing me for surgery to unsew my hand from my back. Due to the fact that they took a lot of tests from me very often and gave me injections, so because of this my veins were all punctured, and there was no way to find them. But they could only find one vein, which was on the leg near the ankle, and it was the only vein they could find to do injection for anesthesia. The intern nurse came up to me to give me an injection for anesthesia and because she was an intern nurse she hadn’t enough experience so this is what caused her to pierce the vein incorrectly. And since they had no veins left, so in this case there was only one last chance and it was one artery left which was in the part of the neck. That artery led straight directly to the heart, and was very dangerous, because if the child moved, it could die. There was an anesthesiologist who had done the anesthesia injection for me through that dangerous artery and he did it correctly. And later my parents found out that he was a drug addict, and his hands were shaking really bad, but he got it right because everything was under God’s control. After all they took me for a surgery. When they took me for surgery, my Mom was praying in the hospital near the window, and she saw a vision: as if I was 15–16 years old, and I was sitting in the park on a bench, and my left hand was hanging from the bench and there were all the fingers on it. After the operation, they brought me to the ward, and the Lady who was the Head of the Hospital Department came up to my Mom and said to her: You know what, we unsew her hand from her back and there were fingers on that hand. How could it be possible?!.. My Mom turned to her and said: I was telling you earlier that my only God will give her fingers! And the Lady said: How can this be?! We are also believers, but Orthodox. To which my Mom replied: If you are believers, why don’t you believe in the Living God, he is omnipotent. While I was in the ward room after the operation, Jesus appeared to me again, he sat down by my side and he held my hand, and he looked me into my eyes with unconditional love and smiled tenderly. When three months had passed, I was discharged from the hospital. And one Sunday we were in our church, and our family was sitting on the 2nd floor balcony. And in front where was choir sitting and the prosweaters and preachers also were sitting above them I saw Jesus again, he was sitting as on a throne and floating in the air, at that moment I screamed out and began to point my finger to that place where Jesus was, saying: Mom Mom there is that white kind Man who was with me all the time in the hospital. And everyone sitting nearby paid attention to me, because they were curious who I had seen there. That was the last time I saw Jesus. And today I want to remind you that nothing is impossible for our true God. He is living God and he is always here on Earth with us even if we can’t see him with our flesh eyes. And the moment will come when Jesus will meet each of us in our days. Our God Jesus Lord he is Yesterday, today and tomorrow He is always the same. May God bless all of you and your families. “Oh give thanks to the Lord for He is good. For His Mercies endure forever. Psalm 107:1 Amen.