And here is the NEXT big winner!!!
I am a person that knows that there is a higher power and I call this power God. I don't believe God is only in bricks and mortar.. God is in the fields, mountain tops, the face of a child ,the eyes of the elderly who have lived a good and faithful life. For me the ocean has always been a place I find God. Weeks before my child died my husband said, "You are changing." and I said "I know, God is getting me ready for something and I am scared to death." I was working at a large General Electric plant and at lunch sat with 2 men and a female. One of the men was over 6 feet and a large man and he reached in his shirt pocket and pulled out a small testament and laughingly said he read on the throne. (he was talking about his time in the bathroom). I was impressed that this big guy would say that. Then after a few days sitting and listening to the 3 talk of God and a group they belonged to I began to feel hungry for the word. One of the men came in one morning and laid some cassette tapes on my desk and asked if I would like to take them home. This went on for a few weeks. I would go home, pour a glass of wine and put on the tape. The tapes were from speakers for the Full Gospel Business Men Assoc. I was working there when I let my daughter who had been treated for cancer drive herself to the GP because she said I always panicked and that she had a cold. Right after she left his office I got a call at work for the Dr. and he said he had already made arrangements for me to get her back in the hospital 60 miles away. That she had gone into a form of leukemia. Driving home, putting a few things together, telling the neighbor to tell my husband, her stepfather, where we were we started our hour and fifteen minute drive to the hospital. They let us stay together in an outpatient type of lodging and she was to check in for the daily scheduling of tests. That night I get a call from home that my husband, an alcoholic, had gone to the neighbors across the street and got drunk and fell on his way back across the street and was in the hospital at home with a very bad broken leg. So all week long I run back and forth between hospitals 60 miles apart getting what he needs and back to be with my daughter at night. My daughter was a Jr. in High School and had been crowned the Miss St. Stephens beauty queen the year before and this Friday coming up was to be the crowning of the new queen so she told her Doctors that she had to be home for the weekend. They told her OK but to report back Monday morning. Which we did and they continued giving her chemo and when Friday came she told her Doctors that her Jr. Sr. Dance was that Saturday and that she was going. By now they are letting her call the shots and she and her boyfriend went to her first Jr./ Sr. Prom and had a wonderful time. The next Monday they put her in the regular hospital and on Thursday they open her up and sewed her back up because the cancer had spread all through her body. In the hospital we have a his side and my side of the family. Her father who is also an alcoholic comes and is very rude to me. I go out of the room and let him talk to her. Her assistant Dr. is standing in the hall with me and we see her put her arm around her father's neck and she says Please quit drinking and be good to Mama. My husband then is there in a cast and has to use a wheel chair to stay off the leg. Again, I feel so alone. On Saturday night she starts spitting up blood and the nurse calls code blue. I look into her eyes and I know that that is when we said "Goodbye". I never saw her after that. They rushed her to ICU. In the hall I fall to my knees and start saying , Thank You God, thank you God. I had read in the bible to thank God for everything. In my heart I truly felt that even if she died he would bring her back to life. Like I said there was a his side of relatives and a my side of family. His was in the waiting room and mine was in a long hall. I had had no sleep in days and somebody brought a cot. I remember lying on the cot and a Security person came up and used a billy stick and hit my cot and said, "I told you to move." I stood up and drug the cot into the waiting room where his family and a lot of strangers were. That is where I was at 6:00 AM that Monday morning when the Dr. came out and told me she had gone home. I asked everyone to follow me... Later I understood they all did to appease me. Doctors and all went with me to the chapel. I took the rose that her boy friend had brought and took it to the alter and said, " We give this rose back to you...... God spoke through me... I do not know what I said but I was told everyone was amazed with the flow of words that came out of my mouth. I also remember at her funeral looking us and smiling at the preacher to give him strength to deliver her sermon. All these things I could not do in my human flesh. Only by Jesus coming through me by the Holy Sprit could I have done the things that I did. (Your Mother my be right) From the entry,"A Strange Response".
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