She sits on the chair in the dining room, her husband in a "rock and go" wheel chair, seated at her right. I can't help but notice them together, when I first met him she was still in the hospital. His face is gentle and he carries a gentle spirit inside the body that doesn't move. His lips perfectly cover a voice that has somehow been silenced... all around them is the sound of love, a gentle whisper beckons me to go by them.
As I sit down and talk with her, she tells me he hasn't eaten in days...
"how can he do it, how can a body survive with no food?"
Taking the spoon I try to coax down some fortified oatmeal, but it does not go down and I wipe it away with a napkin.
I tell her..."he seems to have a wonderful spirit about him, a peace surrounds him and I can feel his happiness"
The words now spill out of her smiling face as she tells me about the man she married some 67 years ago. He was a wonderful father and such a good, good man. No one could have had a happier life than them... she had it all and is so thankful. Listening to her words carefully, I hold on to each one knowing I am in a Holy moment... knowing she is sharing a rare jewel with me.
The next morning when I check on them, the rock and go is parked next to the twin bed he lays on and except for the heaving of his breath he is silent. I listen carefully for the sound of love, she touches my arm and is smiling. I do not know these people and yet I know there is a connection way beyond my understanding...
and as I leave the room I hear the brush of angels wings...
coming to take him home.
This story is fictional, if it sounds like someone you know... wonderful, that means you know someone who truly knows Gods love and how to live it out here on earth!
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