No, this is not another tacky silly story about how somebody
found a silhouette of the Lord on a burnt piece of toast. No pictures in the lasagna. Rather, two people I love thought of lasagna
at the same well-timed moment, and it made us all think we were receiving ‘help
from above’.
In the previous blog post,
I mentioned that I’d write two stories about real-life coincidences that
indicate to me the love of Jesus in the days before my Mom's death, because someone was provided exactly what
they needed in a surprise way. This is
one of those stories.
Background: at the
time of this story, my mother was declining in health rapidly due to breast
cancer. My brother-in-law was in the
hospital in a touch-and-go situation requiring daily attention from my wife and
her sisters. And my middle daughter
Monica was getting less attention than she normally gets when she comes home
from college for a several-day break.
So my wife Mary, stressed to the hilt but still mindful of
the needs of her children, said to Monica, “Sweetheart; I haven’t given you
much attention recently. I’d like to do
something nice for you.
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