Dear God...

Dear God,

My name is Mother. I have a dear child you’ve given me, and this dear child is ill. She is so very sick, and yet she is so very small. She cannot fight this fight on her own, God. Unfortunately I cannot fight the fight for her.

There are tubes taped to my dear child’s body, God—tubes in her chest, tubes in her hands, tubes down her throat—so many tubes. She seems so very alone.

You are the creator, God. You could take this sickness away. You could take all sickness away. You are the great physician. Still, you choose not to. Why, God?

Please help my child, God. She is too small to fight on her own. She is your child, too, I know, and as her father, you surely love her more than I do. Please ease her suffering, and help her to persevere. You are the only one who can save her. I am putting my trust in you and your goodness. Please don’t let me down.

Sincerely,

Mother

 

Dear Mother,

I am your father, God. Yes, I know of your dear child. You see, I knew her before she was formed in the womb. I knew of the trials she would face. I see what you cannot—your dear child is special! I have assigned her a special task for my plan, one that only she can perform. She can reach hearts that you cannot. She can make an impact on souls that a healthy adult never could.

You say she is alone, but she is not. Surrounding her bed, and all those tubes, are angels. The angels hold back a dark tempest, but there is no need to fear. They are heavenly angels, and they are stronger than any tempest that illness can give. They are fueled by the prayers of your family and friends, prayers that haven’t ceased.

I am with your dear child, and I am not going anywhere. I know that you are afraid, but I can bear your burden. You may not see what tomorrow holds, but that is okay. Whatever my plan holds I will be with you. Never fear to bring your worries, your questions, or your anger before me. My love never fails you, and it never fails your dear child, either.

I hope to hear from you again soon.

Sincerely,

Your Heavenly Father,

God

Guardian Angels

     I recently read a book called Heaven Is For Real.  It is about a little boy who says he went to Heaven while on the operating table when he was three years old.  It was a thought-provoking story, one that often left me smiling, or crying, or at the very least, hoping. 

Did I believe it 100%?  No, not really.  But who cares?  It was a nice thought.

What does that have to do with anything?  I’ll tell you J

We have often wondered where Emma “was” while she was in a coma for 2 ½ weeks.  I can tell you that when she woke up she had a couple of odd things to say!  Do I think she went to Heaven?  Doubtful.  However, I don’t think she was alone in her sleep.

Now, before you call me kooky and click away, hear me out!

In Matthew 18:10 it says, “ Take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones;  for I say unto you, That in heaven their [the children’s] angels do always behold the face of my Father which is in heaven.”

Children have guardian angels.  When I read this verse sweet relief filled my body, and I smiled. 

Think for a moment how you would feel if your child was in a coma, all alone, on the brink of death for 2 ½ weeks.  I couldn’t stand the thought that she was alone in the recesses of her sub conscience.

But she wasn’t!  She had a guardian angel who was with her, and who was going before God the Father on her behalf.  See why this discovery should make me happy?

So after reading this, I asked Emma if she knew she had a guardian angel.  She looked up from her toys, shrugged, and said, “Yeah.”  Like, duh Mom.

In light of reading the Heaven Is For Real book, I kind of paused.  I said, “How did you know?”

She said, “Because I hear them…

Time out.  She started this sentence, and I’m thinking—she HEARS them?!  But then she finished.

…bowling every time it storms.”

Ha!  I smiled and said, “Oh, that’s right.”

So maybe Emma hasn’t ever ‘met’ her guardian angel, but I believe with all my heart that he is with her.  And that makes me happy.

Anyway, I thought this was a fitting Christmastime subject!  Happy Holidays!