Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Answered Prayers

This is an account of my efforts to put into action what I learn while reading the Bible, an account of my journey to become closer to God.

This story, taken from my book “Mom’s Little Angel” which was released today, is called Answered Prayers and is found on page 55:

When she was a little girl Margaret hated to attend church. Whether it was the scratchy Sunday dresses and too tight patent leather shoes, the boring big people sermons or, later, the personal philosophy that required she not believe in anything that couldn’t be empirically proven, Margaret resisted her mother’s attempts to keep her involved in the church. The willful daughter made it clear it was against her will when she did attend, and when she began living on her own she planned to never step across a church threshold on her own accord.

Although her mother, Pauline, was disappointed, she did not give up hope. She believed that one day her daughter would make room for God in her heart. She prayed and waited for that day to come.

Years passed and one day Margaret’s lack of faith seemed reinforced as she sat at her mother’s hospital bedside holding her frail hand, taking care not to disturb the tubes and needles that pierced her thin veins. Pauline winced as each painful spasm surged through her weak body. Cancer ran through her veins and her blood work was all wrong; the new medication wasn’t working and a bone marrow donor hadn’t been found. Where was God then, Margaret wondered, how had he turned his back on a woman who had always shown so much faith?

Pauline, as if able to read her daughter’s mind in that moment, gripped Margaret’s fingers. “Pray with me,” she whispered.

“Why?” Margaret asked.

“Because it is what I want you to do with me,” Pauline said.

Margaret knew it wasn’t the time to debate with or disappoint her mother so she bowed her head and listened. As she had anticipated, her mother said a prayer asking God to comfort and guide her doctors, to be with the other patients in the hospital, and that in her own life, his will be done.

Margaret, thinking the prayer was finished, opened her eyes and sat up, only to hear her mother go on.

“And one more thing, God. Please be with Margaret and take care of her when I’m gone.”

Suddenly tears flooded Margaret’s eyes. She had never confronted the reality that her mother might not survive; she had held out hope a bone marrow donor might be just around the corner or the next medication adjustment would do the trick. Before she realized what she was doing, she closed her eyes again and prayed, “Please God, save my mother.”

Over the next few days Pauline’s cheeks turned pink again. New tests confirmed an unexpected but welcomed improvement in her health. Sooner than anyone had hoped, she was released to return home and there she continued on her way toward full remission.

And every night since that evening alongside her mother’s hospital bed, Margaret has said a prayer.

Tune in tomorrow for “A True Gift.”

Well, I guess that’s enough for today. Thanks so much for visiting my blog, and please pray for me and my family. Now go out and hug somebody!

1 comment:

Ginny said...

February 10 has arrived! Congratulations on the release of "Mom's Little Angel"!!