Has God ever talked to you?

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I am not one to preach and I never used to talk about God to anyone other than family, but I have had an experience where I felt like God was talking to me. During my second pregnancy, after carrying twins daughters, I was carrying my third child, a girl also. My pregnancy was normal and our daughter "Morgan" was healthy. They decided to induce me on the day of my due date. I arrived at the hospital when they told me and we started the process. I was excited but nervous of course. Well, to make a long story short, 3 hours into the process my placenta tour 50% away from my uterus causing a lack of oxygen to my daughters brain. She was born by emergency c-section, blue, not breathing and practically no heart beat. She spent 1 month in the NICU. She was on a ventilator for several days and at one point they told us she may never wake up. She did, but had a brain injury that caused her to need to be suctioned due to having a very weak gag, suck, and swallow. She could not eat by mouth and had to have a G-tub into her stomach and be fed by machine or manually. She also had to wear a monitor at night. She was beautiful. She suffered from aspiration pneumonia and landed back in the hospital for about a week. Due to the inability to swallow it was easy for this to happen to her. Before Christmas she got sick again and the dr. felt that we caught it in time. We treated her with antibiotics and breathing treatments, and we got through Christmas, but on December 28th, 1999, I woke up, but my daughter did not. She had a rough nite and It was very early in the morning till I put her in her crib. I spent most of the night giving her breathing treatments and doing chest pts to try to clear her chest. She sounded great, I put her in her crib, got her on her monitor and she just looked at me so sad. I took her off her monitor and let her sleep on my chest. A couple hours later, my husband came to check on us before he left for work. She was sleeping peacefully. He kissed us and left. One hour later, I got up to get her ready for her feeding, and she would not wake up. I called 911 and started CPR. They could not get her back. I felt guilty for not putting her back on the monitor. Maybe it would have made some kind of difference. One morning, as I stood in the shower crying, I prayed to God about the guilt and fears I had about the morning Morgan died. As I stood there with my eyes closed and tears streaming down my face, I saw my daughters face, just as I did that early morning before she died. I saw her face looking so sad and then had this wonderful feeling of peace and warmth that came over me. I also had a dream one night about my daughter waking up from her death and being fine, able to breath easily, and drink a bottle by mouth. Then....... she was just.... gone. I feel that it was Gods way of telling me, first, that I did the right thing by keeping her close to me that early morning before she died, that she needed me. And from the dream, that she was ok now. She is whole again, no more suffering or pain. What do you think? I miss my daughter terribly, but I do know she is in a wonderful place! She would have been 10 years old on August 26th of this year. I LOVE YOU MORGAN!!