Signs from Up Above

Conchita, my mother and I, spent the day together. She needed a ride, and company to go to a couple of doctor's appointments, blood tests, and x-rays. She is going on 83 years old, and while waiting to be seen by her doctor, she told me "me están buscando lupus" ("they are testing me for lupus"). I felt dumbstruck! But did not express it, we instead discussed what is lupus, its symptoms, and so forth. She seemed cool with it. I felt horrible.

After we left the medical offices, we went to lunch to her favorite buffet restaurant, where we spent around two hours, eating, chatting and laughing a little. Still, I felt that knot in my throat, lupus, no, it can't be...

When we stepped out of the restaurant, we were holding hands and as we approached the car, and all of a sudden, I felt this presence, this light, and I looked up. This is what I saw:


My heart felt full of joy! To me this was an angel watching us from up above. It was beautiful! I showed it to her and both of us started to say a little prayer of thanks, and a petition for the protection of our loved ones and others as well.

And then she says, Look! There are two!



I don't have enough words to describe my emotion at that moment. I just don't.

All I know is what I see.

I see a sign.

I see a symbol.

I see, in an incredibly pristine California sky, two angels playing along, as if telling me, relax, it will be okay, she will be fine.


I see a miracle.


Thank you Lord!.

The Birthday Present

We live in a semi-rural desert community. For the past eighteen years we have owned an array of little animals. From dogs and cats, to chickens and even a goose. At present being that the girls are all grown and gone, (besides the four dogs and two cats, all of them rescues), we have only a couple of roosters and three to four hens, plus Juliet the twenty plus years old goose. When Natalie was a little girl, we had up to forty or more chickens running loose back there.

Anyway, yesterday, we discovered one of the hens had left her nest unattended and of the ten eggs she was sitting on, two had hatched. For reasons that only hens know, she did not want to take care of the two baby chickens. Roberto brought them inside and gave them to me. To me!!! I know nothing about chickens! Nor do I want to know! Anyway, we fed and water them, and warmed them up for a little while. Later on, we took them back to the hen house, and sure enough, she took to them, and at the time we left, she was sitting on them as a good mother hen should do.

At Roberto's request, I went to check on them, this afternoon, and although one of the little ones was standing and feeding itself, the other one was dead. I moved it with a little stick and it was totally lifeless. The hen got upset and tried to attack me, she even stood on its little head. I left them alone. It was hot out there, it reached one hundred and five degrees, it must have died of thirst, or who knows.

Since today is Roberto's birthday, as soon as he came from work we had a drink and then dinner. I had to give him the bad news, they made him a little sad, for he really likes these little animals. He waited a while, before going out to check the hen house. Once outside he went on watering the plants and talking on the phone with relatives and friends that where calling him for his birthday. Suddenly I see him knocking on the patio door, he is holding something...behold! The little chicken is in his hand, it is still alive!!! Alive! How can that be possible? How? I am positive it was dead, but inexplicably it is alive.

Here we go, once again, I chose to see this as a miracle. As a birthday present for my beloved husband from the Man Upstairs.

Thank you Lord!

For I see miracles in every day events.

Over two years ago:
One of our daughters, an adult child, caused a fender-bender in one of the Los Angeles area freeways. The other driver, instead of entering the flow of traffic, suddenly stepped on the brake and Natalie hit them from behind. They exited their vehicle immediately, and furiously proceeded to threaten and insult my daughter. Next, they called the police and paramedics, got back into their vehicle, and when the ambulance came, they could not exit the car by their own foot, both were assisted onto gurneys and into the ambulance, leaving my poor child behind, realizing that this little nothing of an incident was going to become a true nightmare. It did. They slapped us with a legal suit where they were demanding much more money than the one available through our generous insurance coverage. Our insurance company worked in our behalf for almost two years, it had become so complicated, and it appeared we were going to have to go to trial. Roberto, my husband, and I, had decided to second mortgage our home if need be (a horrifying prospect in this day and time) to pay whatever money needed to be paid.

Today:
Concerned, I wrote an e-mail to our insurance company's claims adjuster. I needed to know what was transpiring, where were we standing at this point. His miraculous response left me in absolute bliss. He wrote:

"Very good timing. I just settled the case today. Thus, the deposition and any trial are now cancelled. I am obtaining a full dismissal of all claims against you and anyone else on the policy."

All I can say is in my world, Miracles indeed happen.

Thank you Lord!