Very Special Delivery …
One cold night in January, over twenty years ago, I awoke in the middle of the night, seeing my daddy’s face and thinking about him … thinking about all the things I wanted to say to him. Since it was too late to call and talk with him, I decided to write my thoughts in a letter … a long letter, expressing all the reasons I loved him, apologizing for a thoughtless son-in-law who’d hurt his feelings on Christmas Day, thanking him for being such a wonderful father, and so much more. When I finished pouring out my heart to him, I placed my “hug” to my daddy in an envelope, addressed it and attached a stamp. Then, I could peacefully resume my sleeping.
The next morning upon arriving at school (where I worked), I placed that envelope in the little box of “outgoing mail.” As usual, our postal worker picked up the school’s mail at about 6:30 that evening. (Since we owned the school, our days were long.) We were still there.
Mid-morning the next day, I received the heart-breaking telephone call, telling me that my daddy had suffered a heart-attack and was being air-lifted from Maurepas, LA (where he lived) to a hospital in Gonzales, LA. My husband and I left immediately for the hospital. Upon arriving, we joined the rest of our family in a “waiting room,” all of us holding hands and praying.
After a short while, a doctor entered the room to give us the sad news that our precious father, husband, grandfather was gone. I started uncontrollably sobbing, saying, “ … and he never got my letter.” I knew this, because for some odd reason, the letters I mailed to Mom and Dad from Baton Rouge ALWAYS took four days to be delivered to Maurepas! My sister, who lived in Maurepas with my Mom and Dad said, “Yes he did get your letter!” She continued to tell me that Daddy always drove to the Post Office to pick up their mail in the evening. But for some reason, for the first time ever, he had gone for the mail early that morning.
I commenced to tell my sister why that was totally impossible (not grasping what she was telling me). The mail at our school was picked up the previous evening, and I knew that it always took four days for letters to make it there. My sister reminded me that “miracles happen.” Daddy going to pick up the mail early … that my letter was actually in his mailbox that morning … couldn’t have happened! But it did!! Daddy had opened and read my letter before he died.
In all the sadness of losing my daddy, there was a ray of sunshine helping me bear the grief. That an Angel (or spirit, a messenger from God) had personally delivered that letter. I know it’s true! Miracles do happen in the present day. But you must be open to recognizing them to have the blessing of their glory. God is with us always. Though I don’t understand how it happens, I believe that his angels are with us also, interceding along our life’s journeys.
Holy scriptures help us wrap our heads around this truth. In Jeremiah 32:17 (KJV), we are reminded … “Ah, Lord God! Behold, thou has made the heaven and the earth by thy great power and stretched out arm, and there is nothing too hard for thee.” And in 1 Corinthians 13:12-13 (RSV), we realize that we are not meant to understand all things while on this earth, but that one day we will… “For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall understand fully, even as I have been fully understood. So faith, hope, love abide, these three, but the greatest of these is love.”
Redirect our focus to Your broader purposes. Fill us with faith, courage and determination to be Your church on earth. May we be effective in bringing help to those in need, in demonstrating Your love, and in spreading the good news of Your hope and power to a world that needs to hear Your message.
Offered by Gladys Runnels