Tuesday, August 03, 2010
When a miracle is named Mom
She’s my biggest fan although she’s never read any of my books. But she believes in me and when you’re a writer—isn’t that what counts most?
A funny sensation tickled my chest yesterday morning. Something good might happen. I knew it but again after living three years in the recession without much hope, my mind often played tricks on me. Boosting me up when nothing really exciting would happen.
I stopped at my mailbox on my way home from the post office and Dollar Store. Three letters waited for me. I flipped through them and found my mother’s familiar handwriting.
Last month she’d sent us $200 to help with expenses.
She lives in a senior high rise on a set income from Social Security. I’d called her and cried that she didn’t need to do this. That we still had some funds to make it. But she was adamant. She had enough she said to cover her medicine for her chemo treatments.
Last month, I’d shared about my hope that somehow God would provide money so I could get my book professionally edited this time. That maybe I’d get a job to pay for it and not use our savings. I wanted to make this manuscript the best I could and thought this is the way while I have free time.
I tore open the envelope and a check fluttered out. A hundred dollars more than I need. The most she’s ever given me since I’ve been married. Hard times always followed my parents and so this amount of money is equivalent to thousands.
She wrote that I should use it however I wanted to but I know what she meant. I know what she did. I know how she believes in me and now she showed me again.
God gave me my miracle but did it have to be from my mother?
And now I have a choice to make and I don’t want to.
I rarely ask for prayer here but I could use it today. If this happened to you, what would you do?