Do You Believe Or Think it is Silly

A couple of months a go I went to sleep empty-handed. In the middle of the night I suddenly woke up and found a gold cross in my hand. It was lying straight, untangled and ready to wear.

I had worn this necklace the year that my Father was so ill. He died from Leukemia. I wore it for a while longer and then eventually tucked it safely in my jewelry box and have never had it on necklace

Putting it on even at that time of night, I didn’t think anything about wearing it again. It seemed as if I was supposed to do this.

I did question how it got out of my jewelry box and into my hand after a few years of not wearing it.

Several of you had opinions which I found very interesting. Personally, I felt it was placed there for a specific reason, and God had played a big part in this.

A few weeks a go, I got Al up and off to Day Program. When I came over to sit down at my computer, there on the desk sat a wad of string. Instantly it reminded me of Mom. Mom sewed a lot and it wasn’t uncommon to find wads of thread  lying around.

By now, I suspected Mom had been here. Al has been speaking to Mom so much and I just wondered if she was here with him. Once again, several of you had opinions on this and I appreciated each one. I started to understand that maybe Mom was here for me also, since the thread was left at my desk. string

A couple of days ago I took the necklace off and returned it to its proper place. With the heat and high humidity it was just bothering me. Last night I was placing Al in bed. I got him all tucked in and felt like he was as comfortable as possible.

I turned around to make sure the drapes were pulled tight for him and right in the middle of the drape, at my eye level was another piece of thread.

I was not afraid. I smiled to myself and silently said, “thanks Mom for being here today for Al and me. It has been a real bad day and knowing you are here brings comfort to me.”

I picked it off the drape and brought it out to the same place I had placed the other wad of string.

Mom, we had our issues, but what daughters and mothers don’t. You always gave the best you had in everything you did. Here once again, you knew that I needed  comfort, and you let me know I am not alone.


17 thoughts on “Do You Believe Or Think it is Silly

  1. Terry, I do believe God allows our passed on loved ones at times to come and comfort us. This has happened to someone I know. I have no reason to doubt this person; and from my place when Jesus showed up in my bathroom, why wouldn’t he allow those we were closest to do the same?


    • I so remember the story of Jesus in your bathroom. I have never had anything like this happen before, but I believe Al’s calling out for his Mom is so strong, and she is with us now. thank you for a heart-felt comment my friend


    • When things first started to happen it frightened me. You know, ghost, spirits etc, but now I am comforted as you said. I have no fears and know it is Mom


  2. The way I reflect on this is that Jesus is asking you to carry your cross as He did and he will help you along the way to pick up the pieces of threads that your Mother has left lying around so that you know she’s there as well to help you carry the cross. Whew…. that’s rather a long sentence.


    • Seeker, I have thought so much today about me carrying the cross like Jesus did. Although in my eyes his burden was much heavier than Al’s, Al’s burden is heavy for him and me. It is odd that you now say this. It must be true. I am carrying the cross and picking up the pieces of threads. I could just hug you my friend. It all makes such perfect sense


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