I have not written in ages, but when one witnesses the existence of God it's time to pick up the pen.
Now, mind you, I have always believed in God. But, like many people struggling with life at the moment I do question, like we all do, whether he or she is really listening.
I am here to report that he or she at least listened to my grandmother this morning.
My mamaw is 94. She is in the hospital for about the 4th time this year. Her last fall resulted in a hematoma. Yesterday morning she broke her hip. The other one. She has a pin from a fall over a year ago in the other hip. So, you can see a pattern here.
When I arrived at 9:30 a.m. she was in agony. Not making much sense but crying out in pain and clearly not happy.
Then she started talking to God. Now, let me be clear. She is a religious women--devout and if someone could get God's attention she is the first to spring to mind.
She began to quietly call out his name. Repeatedly saying My God, My God. I heard a few other things and something about little children. With her arms outreached straight up into the air she clasped her hands. I told my dad I thought the "big guy was here."
Evidently he was. It wasn't 5 minutes after her conversation began that my grandmother closed her eyes peacefully and began to sleep. It was amazing. And to further prove his point, came a knock at the door. The hospital Chaplin and volunteer came to pray with my father.
Man, talk about the power of prayer.
It was really an amazing site to behold and I for one have no doubt that my mamaw found comfort in God, an angel, Jesus or all of them. And, in turn, my father and I were comforted as well to watch her sleep peacefully.
It is hard to watch a loved one in pain. As a family we have struggled with my grandmother's physical and mental demise. And, it is at those times that the questions about faith and love surface very strongly.
While we may continue to agonize the decline of the physical Ida Ford--I am glad to know that she is being comforted along the way.
