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![]() < ![]() and love beyond the grave. and even more incredible, it is all true. to live 3 houses down from my best friend of 10 years. She was pregnant with her fifth child and had just found out it was twins. A boy and a girl! She was so happy and amazed at her upcoming miracles and had even named them before the 6th month. They would be Chad and Chelsey. Chelsey was the first to be born. She was healthy and soon wrapped snuggly in warm blankets. But she still cried a low moaning cry. No one could figure out her problem except to speculate that she was hungry. First things first, the boy had to be delivered. He came out slowly; the doctor had to pull him out most of the way. There was no objecting cries or frantic kicks. The woman looked eagerly at her doctor. He had tears in his eyes. That’s when she knew. Her baby boy didn’t’ make it. It was found out that he actually had been dead for 3 days. She was crushed! They wrapped the baby boy in a blanket and let his mother hold him to say goodbye. It seemed her heart broke into a thousand pieces as she looked down upon her little angel that had left her so quickly. Now all she could do is kiss his little hands that were as cold as ice and say goodbye tearfully. After they took the baby boy away, she held her now sleeping little girl. Again she felt herself slipping deeper into depression. Will she always feel someone was missing? How will she be a good mother to her when all she felt was emptiness inside? Once home, no one could mend her aching heart. All she could think of was the baby she had lost. We were all at a loss. As time went creeping by, so her depression slipped even deeper. Till one day a miracle happened. One evening, about midnight, I was at the kitchen table writing a letter, when I felt someone starring at me. Thinking one of my children had awaken, I turned to the doorway. No one was there. I still felt a presence! Then I saw him! In my mind’s eye, I saw a small child of about 3 years old standing on a cloud right in front of me! It was as if he was alive and had just come to see me. He has bright red hair and wore a flowing white gown. I felt such a sense of peace and security surrounding me. I stood still trying to figure out who this wonderful child was and why he felt fit to visit me when I noticed a sad look on his face. That’s when I knew he wanted to tell me something but did not know how to get it across to me. I asked him what was wrong but all he did was look at me. Night after night he appeared to me and kept me company. I wanted to help him so badly so I told him, "How about we try this. I will go to the store tomorrow evening and go past every aisle. If there is anything that can give me a clue to what you wish to tell me, then knock it off of the shelf." The next night, I proceeded to the grocery store. I walked slowly past every aisle. Once I past the baby lane, something fell from the shelf and I ran to see what it was. Lying on the floor was a package of newborn, boy’s diapers! Then I heard a crack behind me. I turned and spied that a small jar of strained baby food had fallen on the floor. I looked around. No one. “Ok,” I whispered,”You are a baby, boy. But what is your message?” Nothing, no answer! Nothing more fell from the shelves. So it went on for a week. The little angel would visit me, stay at my side all night, even as I slept, his forlorn look covering his face and disappeared in the morning. Then one night I woke up to see him looking at me, he smiled this time and disappeared. Somehow I knew he was not coming back and I missed him terribly. The next day I decided to go to my friend and tell her the strange happenings. I thought it was weird of me not to have done this before while he was here. She listened intently and once I was finished she had a strange look on her face. “ You say the boy disappeared the other night?” I nodded. ” Listen to this!” she continued, “ I had a interesting dream last night. I was in a dark cave and heard a child laughing. I followed it outside to a deep green field. There among wild flowers a child of about 3, ran and played. He had bright red hair and was wearing a white gown. When he saw me, he stopped and stared at me. He had a sad look on his face. I asked him what was wrong. He told me that he was sad because I was sad and that I shouldn’t be. That he was all right and very happy. Someday we would be back together but for now I should go on and be happy. Then he smiled and disappeared. I awoke with such a sense of peace!” We both looked at each other. It was then that we knew the boy angel that had visited me And the child in her dreams were the one and the same baby boy she had lost. It was Chad! I don’t’ know why I never made the connection before or perhaps it was meant to be this way. But I was relieved to see that he finally found a way to tell his mother what he wanted her to know. To not be so depressed over his loss. That he was happy. And one day she would be reunited with him. Until then he would always be watching over them. She had her own cherub in Heaven. I too felt blessed. I had been able to, for just a little while, be visited by a little angel. Once God closes a door, he opens a window. Or at least sends someone to help you. Whether it is a spirit, a dream or a friend. Praise be to God! ![]() ![]() Another friend's story of her last year of the millenium, Come share in the miracle of faith (and you thought all I did was play on this thing) ![]()
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