Christmas Eve as I lay myself down to sleep, I
silently prayed for family and friends. "Mom, I so wish you could be
here tomorrow to experience the joy of Christmas day with all of us. Please send me a
sign that you're okay."
Christmas morning I awoke early as usual and noticed a fragment of
clear glass on the bathroom floor. I picked it up, thinking I had lost the diamond
in my ring. It was just a chipped piece of glass shaped like a tiny heart. I
thought, "Hmmm. I wonder where that came from? Good thing I didn't step on
it barefoot."
I got up to wash my hands and saw this abalone heart in the sink. I kid you not!
"Where is my mirror?" I looked down and there in the trash can (under the sink) was my mirror, minus the two hearts which I'd just found.
I have tried and tried to explain how this mirror could fall off a nail still intact in the wall, and break off only two hearts and land UNDER the sink in a trash can. Physics? Logic? None of it makes sense. Bill swears he did not do it.
I asked him how do we explain it. He said, "I can see that nail is still in the wall. I don't know, either. Some things you just can't explain."
We did not have an earthquake. The house did not shake. The nail was still intact. I have decided that there IS an explanation for me.
I experienced a tiny miracle.
Your thoughts?
19 comments:
How intriguing! I'm with you on knowing it was your Mom. Who says Heaven can't reach down and touch us in small ways when we need it most? Thank you for letting us in on it, Linda. Blessed Christmas to you and yours and may many more such moments visit you in 2014.
A bizarre happening on Christmas! Your explanation is as good as any so go with it! You must have strong connections in your line!
I love this! It seems like a message to me. Merry Christmas, Mom. ♥ :) Hugs to you, Linda. Thank you for sharing this.
Linda--First of all, I imagine we will be reading this story sometime soon in a Chicken Soup anthology.
Two--I think Sasquatch is guilty.
Three--I certainly believe that people from "the past" can contact us.
I'm glad your mom was able to be with you on the holiday...
Love it! You know what I think about this. ;-) <3
You know your mom was letting you know she was there with you on Christmas! What a gift!
I believe in miracles.
Maybe you have ghosts.
We do.
Merle.........
I think it was your mom, Linda. Sweet story. Susan
I'm a believer!
Thanks for the reminder that miracles happen all of the time. I needed to hear that.
Odd happenings indeed. I'm guessing it was your Mum too, a poltergeist would have broken the mirror.
This post had its own miraculous Christmas message for me. Sometimes I try too hard to take the miracles out of Christianity and rationalize it with logic. You made me think about what a dry and artless world it would be without miracles. They don't just add sparkle and magic - they remind us that love really is sparkling and magical all on its own. I'm so glad your mother brought that Christmas gift to you, Linda... and that you passed it on!
Lovely story! Sounds like another one for Chicken Soup! Glad to hear you enjoyed such a wonderful Christmas, friend.
Linda, this gave me "goosies"! I I'm definitely believing this moment was Intentional.
(Just think what an unhappy lot those skeptics must be!)
Hugs,
Myra
I'm with you, Linda. It's a lovely Christmas miracle.
Pat
Critter Alley
So glad Gram came for a visit. She is certainly missed.
So glad Gram came for a visit. She is certainly missed.
I love this post and I think you were visited, too:-)
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