Monday, December 20, 2021

Dear God,

Why are you so generous?  Why do you give so many gifts?

Tonight, I watched a Christmas movie entitled, Noel; I watch it every year at Christmas time.  But this year something very special happened.  A movie about three troubled people, it points to ways people found healing and hope.

During the movie a vision came to me.  It was a picture with three scenes, three very significant scenes.  The first was of my grandmother in a nursing home, the second of my mother in the hospital and the third of my father in the hospital.

In the first I was sitting on the floor looking up at my grandmother telling her my woes when shockingly she began praying for me naming me as she asked you to help me.  A victim of Alzheimer's, she was lucid for just a minute as she put her hands on my head and prayed.  

The second was when I had stayed for days with my mother in hospice care.  She was nearing the end, but she kept hanging on.  I gave her permission to die without me if she needed to.  I went to the waiting room for 30 minutes.  When I came back, she was still alive.  I thanked her, slipped into my bed beside her and turned out the light.  I took hold of her hand and a couple of minutes later the room grew cold.  I turned on the light and watched Mother take her last breath.  

The third was when I was called to the hospital because my aging father, also a victim of Alzheimer's, was dying of pneumonia.  When I walked in the door, he was sitting up, awake and talking.  When he saw me, he spoke my name and told me he hadn't seen me in a long time.  Knowing I only had seconds, I said, "Daddy, I love you; I love you; I love you."

These gifts were all miracles of great proportion for me, and I knew you had a hand in each of them.  Tonight, I relived those those miracles and what gifts they were!

Thank you,

Wondrous God,

for the

rich blessings

called miracles.

Thank you

for the miracles

years ago

and the ones

you gave me 

again tonight.

I will always

be thankful.

Love, Andrea