Waking Up in Heaven: A True Story of Brokenness, Heaven, and Life Again
Crystal McVea, Alex Tresniowski
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An inspirational memoir of near-death experience, rebirth, divine mercy, and faith from first-time author Crystal Leigh McVea.
On December 10, 2009, McVea, a thirty-two-year-old mother of four, went to the hospital for a routine procedure. While undergoing treatment, her face suddenly turned a dark shade of blue, then black. Her mother screamed for help, and a nurse tried to revive her…to no avail.
Today, Crystal does not remember what happened in that hospital room during the nine minutes she was unconscious and unable to breathe on her own. She has no memory of the panic and the rushing nurses and the loud cries of “Code Blue.”
She only remembers drifting off…and waking up in heaven.
This unexpected meeting of a self-described sinner and skeptic with her God changed everything. Raised Christian, she had left her faith behind after childhood abuse and the subsequent struggles and suffering of her troubled teens and early adulthood. She longed to believe but felt abandoned, broken, and undeserving.
A moving autobiographical testament to the power of divine love and forgiveness, Waking Up in Heaven shares the message of hope, healing, and compassion McVea brought back from her brush with God.
This brave, honest account of years lost to shame and guilt will inspire those who’ve stumbled along their own spiritual journey, with the uplifting reminder that no one is beyond the reach of grace and redemption, and that, in the words of the author, “God is real. Heaven is real. And God’s love for us is the realest thing of all.”
was on me. We played and laughed and joked well past my bedtime, and we forgot all about the fumes. We make the best of bad situations – that’s what we’re good at. When my mom finally divorced Hank after he fired his gun at me, we became a team of three – battered but still beautiful – Connie, her sassy, smart-mouthed daughter and her mischievous little boy. The years when my mom was a single mother were lean and tough – we weren’t dirt poor, but we were pretty darn poor. And yet, looking back
Paw Paw instead. I know that sounds terrible and I really did love my grumpy grandpa, but back then, when I was seven, I couldn’t process the loss of someone I cherished so much. It seemed like a horribly random act of cruelty directed squarely at me. Why did God have to take Grandma Ernie, of all people? Why would He do such a thing to me? ‘I hate you,’ I told God that day. ‘I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!’ Only many years later would I realize that – even in the darkest moments of my
that kind of punishment. I guess I might have mouthed off to him or to my mom, which I did a lot as a kid. I was a sassy thing with a big mouth, and I know it wasn’t easy to shut me up. Still isn’t. On that day, my stepfather told me he wanted to show me something and led me into the sewing room on the second floor of his mother’s house. His mom lived in the same town as us, a small, flat place not too far from the Wichita Mountains. The sewing room was where she did all her knitting and
stop?’ I heard Mickey push out the words, ‘No. Keep talking.’ So I did. And when I was done, Shearl hugged me and thanked me and said, ‘We are believers. We believe in a God of healing and miracles.’ Shearl explained that when Mickey was taken to the hospital after his accident she came very close to losing him. His heart stopped twice, and he was revived both times. Then Mickey looked up at me with tears running down his face and struggled to speak again. ‘But I didn’t see God,’ he said in
to help me or help someone else? Is it of the flesh, or is it of the spirit? And if you think about it for a while, you can usually figure out that, No, that is not God. That is of the flesh. You begin to recognize your own voice, the enemy’s voice, and God’s voice. But God doesn’t only use words to speak to us. Sometimes it can be a feeling or the sense that you’re being drawn to someone or some place. And sometimes, God comes to us in our dreams. Remember I told you about the dream I had