The week following my healing, I felt awful and collapsed in church. They wanted to send me to the hospital, but my atheist husband said, “no, just pray for her.”

They did and I woke up and thanked everyone for being there and praying for me. I took everyone’s name and address and was fluttering around like a social director of a hotel or a cruise ship. I felt wonderful! Perhaps I was being tested, or the people at church were being tested. The evangelist had left… Does healing go on only when the guest evangelist was there? Or is God doing HIS thing through All His people?! AMEN!

The following week my father was killed in an auto accident, while driving someone home from work on a bright sunny afternoon in April. Accidents don’t happen on a day like that! Who do you call? What do I do? How do I tell my mother, or my kids? I called the little church and said “This is the lady that collapsed in your church last week…” Of course they remembered me and assured me that they would help in anyway possible. They truly were a blessing.

After the funeral my mother asked me to pick up some gifts for people that had been extra kind during this heart wrenching time…I took one of our sons with me. The woman at the store asked me if my name was Carole. I said yes. She knew my father was killed in an auto accident, and she knew I was there for special gifts. I picked out two white leather bibles, a bless the house plaque, a few other items, and as I paid for them she said, “take this porcelain rose. It’s for you.” (It was in the front window) I got teary eyed, thanked her, and left with my son.

On the way home my son said, “I asked God for a sign that Grandpa is with Him and is fine. And Mom, look at the sky, it’s all dark gray, but there are white rays of light shining over our house…and with a rainbow! Shouldn’t there be sun out to make a rainbow?”

I said I didn’t know but that God can do it anyway He wants to!

When I entered the house my mother went through the items purchased. I did not tell her what I bought for each person, but she knew. One white bible was for my sister. We didn’t know it at the time, but, my sister was mad at God for my father’s death… “Why was he punished in such a way? If you hear me God, let me know he is with you, send me a white bible. I will not tell anyone so they make it happen. It’s just between you and me God…if you are there listening.” OF COURSE HE SENT THE WHITE BIBLE!

The other white bible went to an African-American woman with 13 children. She had broken down in front of our house one day, with six of her children in her van. My dad told them all to come in, told her to use the phone, and gave them all refreshments. She never forgot his gesture of kindness, and she was truly a God sent angel when he died. When she was given the bible, she cried because she never told anyone, but from the time she was a small child, she always wanted a white bible. God does supply our deepest hearts desires…

Other items were like that too… The bless this house plaque, was for someone who didn’t have a home. Two weeks later he did!

Finally my mother picked up the china rose and said, “This my dear is for you, from Daddy.”

Everyone was in tears.

© Carole Devecka God Given Daisies CaroleDevecka@comcast.net