When I arrived back in
town, I heard about a mom (of two students at my school) who stopped
breathing. She was in the hospital. I went to my shop and put together a bouquet
of cookies for her. I had never met
their mom before, but again I felt I needed to go to the hospital for the
girls.
When I got there, I
asked the lady at the front desk what room she was in. She pointed to two ladies and said she was
her mom; the lady next to her was her sister.
They were on the way to her room.
I introduced myself to the ladies and went to the family ICU waiting
room. When I got there, the girls said
hey, and I sat down and visited with the family. A lady from my church was there, and I did
not know she was the sister-in-law of whom I went to visit. We chatted for a long time, and I told her
since Mom passed away I have felt like I should be ministering to other people. The lady I went to visit was called, “The
Miracle Lady,” by the hospital staff.
They don’t really know how long she went without breathing. She was revived, but they did not give her
much hope. The day I visited, I did not
get to see her, but she was now awake and able to talk. What a miracle!
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