Whispering Hope

Good morning guys!! here is a story for you!! advance happy weekend!!

"Thank you." That was the name of the MountainWings I found in
my box.

Let me explain. For four years, my dad and I had gone our
separate ways. Then one night my son called me, and said, "Mom,
sit down. Now this is one time I am going to tell you what to
do, and you're going to listen to me, and do what I say."
(He is 25 so he can get away with that now.)

"Mom, your dad is sick. He has cancer and it does not look
good. It is all through his body, and it's just a matter of
months. I want you to call your Dad, and make amends, and I want
you to do it right now."

I spent 24 hours in prayer, because my Mom is a good example
of "mommy dearest." I wasn't sure I could take her destruction
in my life again. But God showed me I can do all things
through Christ who gives me strength.

I called my father the next evening and I had about a week
with him. Actually, about three days.

One Saturday, my husband and I had stopped by to do something
for my mother and she asked me to play the old pump organ that
I used to play when I was a child. It was my father's mother's.
He used to play it when we were growing up.

I sat there and tried to think of something to play. I pulled
out all the stops, started pumping up the billows with air,
and played the one song he used to play for us when we were
kids, "Whispering Hope."

When I finished, I walked into his bedroom and saw the biggest
smile on his face. He was rocking his head back and forth to
the music, and his face had a smile from ear to ear.

When he realized I was standing beside his bed, I whispered in
his ear, trying not to cry, "See Dad, I remembered. I love you
and thank you." As he looked at me again, not quite sure who I
was, and his smile faded.

He died that night.

And your thank you - it came when I needed it the most for it
was my chance to hear his voice once again, and through all
the tears that were coming from my face, I told him, "Daddy,
you're welcome."

I got to usher my Dad home.

Thank you MountainWings. I have been dealing with many
regrets. And your "Thank You" was my miracle this season.

~A MountainWings Original by Cathy Divine, Pipe Creek, Texas~