My beloved mother Delaine passed away in March, 2010. In addition to being my mother, she was my best friend. I miss her more every day. I rely on my faith and I truly believe that she has crossed over to her heavenly home.
From time to time, I have wished that she would send me a sign … something to let me know that she is at peace and all is well with her. When I’ve had this thought in the past, I have pushed it out of my mind, because I should have enough faith and trust in God, that I don’t have to have a sign to prove to me that she is OK.
Each day on the way home from work, I pass the hospital that she was in and out of for periods of time leading up to her death. I have wished that she was back in the hospital, just so I could see her again. I know that sounds weird. I certainly don’t want her to be back in the hospital, sick and in pain, but I guess it’s just because the hospital reminds me of some of the last days that I was with her.
Yesterday on the way home from work, I was stopped at a red light right beside the hospital. My thoughts of her were particularly strong. I prayed a sincere prayer. I asked that if she could and if it was God’s will, I really wanted her to send me a sign. Not to prove to me that she was OK, but just because I missed her so much that I wanted to connect with her. I even specified in my prayer that I wanted it to be a sign that I would know was a sign. Not a bird, not a butterfly, not a rainbow.
As soon as I got home, I logged in to Facebook to unwind, and check my family and friend’s status updates. The very first post at the top of my screen on a friend’s timeline was this:
Coincidence? I think not.
One of my New Year’s resolutions is to share the day-to-day goodness that God presents in my life.
OK …, I get it. I’ve gained a little wisdom today.