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| photo credit: Dean Williams 2012 |
In fact, I felt
like my mother! I felt hunched like she had been. I felt I had her white hair,
her facial creases, and her tired smile. So convinced was I that I anxiously
glanced around the empty room. Mom, if
your senior-citizen friends were to walk in here right now, would they say to
me, ‘Ana, what are you doing here’?
Peace descended. Fear left. My body quieted. Joyfully, I
hunkered down—so happy that God chose to answer this particularly strange prayer of mine.
When I came to, I felt like myself again.
I was surprised to see my aunt sitting next to my bed.
Unexpectedly, a tear rolled down my face, which prompted her to ask, “How’re
you doing? You okay?” This aunt and my mom were very close sisters-in-law. I
responded that I was okay and thanked her for coming.
After she left, my heart beamed a silent prayer of gratitude
to God for this extra special gesture on his part because in a strange way, mom
had visited me twice: first, literally, as spirit-wind and then second,
figuratively, in the flesh as aunty (Matt. 11:9, 10, 14 - John the Baptist as
Elijah).
What is faith? For me faith is the proof of things I cannot see; the reality of what I hoped for and took hold of, during my time of
need (Heb. 11:1).
Faith is accepting the proof and the reality when they appear
in whatever form God chooses to package it.
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