I had to look that word up, to make sure it meant what I thought it meant. There’s really not a better word to describe some things I’ve experienced.
You know how you hear a song during a certain point in your life and forever after when you hear that song, it reminds you of that time or event? There are certain songs that I cannot listen to, to this day because of that. Just about anything from Creed’s album “Weathered”, and the song from “Human Clay” called With Arms Wide Open. I was taking care of my mom who was dying from cancer at the time (2001). My sister, brother-in-law and I would take shifts. Mine was the day shift and I’d drive over there every day. On the way home I’d be listening to those songs and bawling my eyes out.
Fast forward to February, 2002. It’s the middle of the night, at mom’s house. My sister and I are sitting with my mom who is nearing the end of her struggle. She’s unconscious and hasn’t woken for the past 24 hours or so. There’s a small night light by her bed so that we can see if she needs anything and to see each other.
Suddenly my sister says “Look! Up at the ceiling!” I do, and there, shining brightly, is a cross. It’s on the ceiling, directly in line with the foot of my mother’s bed. If she’d have been awake, it would’ve been perfectly positioned in front of her. I got chill bumps, and I was stunned. It hadn’t been there before that night or any of the other nights. After a few moments, we tried to figure out some logic on what was making it. We decided that it must’ve been that little light reflecting off the base of her little medical table. You know the kind that they have at the hospitals that can roll and goes over the bed for the food. It has a chrome stand and base. We figure the light must’ve been just right and the table positioned just perfectly to create the reflection of a cross on the ceiling. That’s the logical explanation. But we both believe it was God telling us it was going to be ok.
A couple of days earlier, Mom had said that she’d talked to Jesus and that he was going to come and get her soon. For her not to be afraid. After that, she was much less anxious. While she was in a coma, we were watching her and she was making all sorts of faces of surprise & wonder. We think she was being shown what Heaven is like.
This past week, Hubs’ mom had requested a song that her husband liked, to be played at the funeral service. It was an odd song for a funeral, but I wasn’t gonna say that. It’s “I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)” by The Proclaimers from 1988. We had to look it up to make sure it was the right one because we hadn’t heard it in a long time and she wasn’t sure of the name. So about a week later, we’re driving to pick her up to go to the funeral service. I look down, and on the radio that song is listed as playing right then. We didn’t have the sound on. I said “Look what’s on the radio right now!” None of us could remember the last time we’d heard that song, yet here it was, right in front of us, being played while we were en route to the funeral. We were all weirded out. For some reason they didn’t play it at the funeral. Maybe she changed her mind about having it played. I don’t know.
So anyway, those are some of the amazing things that have happened that I believe are of a divine nature. Just thought I’d share. If you have a similar experience, feel free to share it!