Sherry Moore Budniak of Lagrange, Kentucky, had never thought of dreams as special. She had just given birth to her third daughter and then gone through a tubal ligation afterwards. Because of a rocky marriage, she had decided not to bring any more innocent children into a household where things were more like a nightmare than a dream. Soon after the surgery, her husband left her.
Sherry worked hard to keep her little family together. On occasion, little signs often reminded her that she was not alone. “Once my four-year-old told me that she often saw two bright angels following me everywhere,” Sherry says. “Sometimes, I simply felt a presence around me.” Often, she prayed that God had not forgotten her and would bring a good man to love and appreciate her.
Several years passed before Sherry met Chris, a wonderful man, and an answer to her prayers. They were soon married. “Chris is a caring husband, and a wonderful stepfather to our daughters,” Sherry reveals. “He never once mentioned his regret at not having a child of his own.” Even so, Sherry knew how he felt. When she consulted her physician, he said he believed there was a chance Sherry could become pregnant again. “We began an agonizing journey,” Sherry says. “Finally, things worked out!” The couple was overjoyed. Sherry knew this baby would have all the love it needed.
One day in May 1998, Sherry came home from work unusually exhausted. She was midway through her pregnancy and had been feeling well. But now she went to bed, and fell into a deep sleep. At one point, she felt a light touch on her toe. Immediately, she opened her eyes and looked at the clock. Three-thirty a.m. Then, Sherry saw something else. “There, standing by the bed was a very tall woman with dark wavy hair,” she says. “It was an angel. It seemed to be floating and glowed the most glorious shade of blue. For some reason, I wasn’t afraid at all.” She was also not in pain.
The woman spoke. “Get up, Sherry. We will have to try this again.”
Sherry obeyed. Horrified, she discovered that she was bleeding profusely. Chris called her physician, and they rushed to the hospital. Sherry had miscarried. Furthermore, she had been near death. “If you hadn’t awakened when you did,” the doctor told Sherry, “you would have bled to death.”
Sherry hadn’t awakened by accident--she was sure of it. Nor was her vision just a dream--it was far too clear. But, she was heartsick. Had it been wrong of her to try and have another baby? Should she and Chris abandon their dream?
One night later on, she remembered something the angel had told her. “My angel said, ‘WE will have to try this again',” she told Chris. “I think, if we do try to have another baby, it will happen this time.”
Her husband wasn’t so sure, but his longing for a child overcame his objections. Nineteen months later--just before Christmas--Chris and Sherry brought their new baby daughter home.
During her second pregnancy, Sherry never saw the dark-haired woman. But, Sherry says: “I will remember her until I die, and treasure the experience. I fully expect to see her again someday.”
