I Wish...

Mother Comfort was very active and agitated today. She seemed to be working hard on a project that she could see in her mind. Her hand movements were purposeful as she worked away at something I couldn't see. Twice she grabbed something out of the air and held it to her lips and blew. It made me think of a dandelion and certainly hope that if it were, her wish would come true.

All the way back when I was 24, I sat with an elderly Deaf man who had been hit by a truck. He did fine until about 2:00 am every morning when he began to try to pull out his tubes and get out of bed. At that time, I would call the nurse and they restrained his arms so he couldn't get the tubes out. I remember standing and watching him for a very long time one morning and asking God with all sincerity what purpose this could possibly have in the big scheme of things. I had asked every night, written prayers in my journal and cried many tears for this man, but this night I really needed to understand what the point of all this was.

While I never understood the point, peace came to my heart when, right in the middle of his suffering and struggle, the man stopped suddenly, took my hand, looked me in the eye and kissed my hand. He then resumed his fight as if it had never happened. Since that time, I've never doubted that my prayers were heard. I didn't understand the answer, but I did understand that I was loved and there must be a purpose beyond what I could comprehend.

Today, I'm counting on it.