Mimi's Wishing Well

Sunday was a tough day -- probably one of the worst days I have had since Mom died. I don't know why, but the grief was erupting inside me and I had to let it out. So, I drove down to the lake. And I wrote God a letter. Very slowly and intentionally I penned these simple words:

Please help me.
I miss her so much.
I hurt so badly.
I am lost but searching.
You spoke to me before.
Please speak to me again.
Help me to see.
Open my heart.
Guide my hand.

It was a bitter cold day. But the sun shone brightly through my car window. I allowed the sun to soak up my prayer and dry my tears. Then I drove home and cried some more.

Today is Tuesday. I had an eye appointment at Sears Optical and was a little excited about getting my first pair of glasses. As I was leaving the store, not thinking about anything in particular, God responded to Sunday's prayer in a most unexpected way. These were the words posted on the door:

Skeptics may see this as a mere coincidence. But, there is no doubt in my mind that this was a message from God. When God talks, she has a way of making her voice known. It is like being struck by a powerful wave of knowledge. You don't believe. You simply know.