Proof of Heaven

called his assistant.
“No,” she replied. “I’ve been here all morning, and his condition has
not changed much from last night. I don’t know who called you.”
By eleven, Holley, Mom, Phyllis, and Betsy were all in my room.
Michael suggested a prayer. Everyone, including the two nurses, joined
hands around the bed, and Michael made one more heartfelt plea for my
return to health.
“Lord, bring Eben back to us. I know it’s in your power.”
Still, no one knew who had called Michael. But whoever it was, it’s a
good thing they did. Because the prayers coming to me from the world
below—the world I’d started out from—were finally starting to get
through.