She was telling me about the "latest Lynda story". While she was rereading the blog entry I wrote about Lynda and Grandmother, a John Denver song came on and it was one of Lynda's favorites.
Mother said she felt like Lynda was trying to tell her something and she felt like Lynda was with her the rest of the day and the next.
That's the incredible thing about miracles...big and small. If you realize one when you experience it you find they are all around. Our God is in the smallest details of our lives. Just as I believe He spoke to Lynda and provided comfort to her through the Holy Spirit and angels when she was on earth....I also know that He sends us little whispers of our loved ones after they are safe in His arms.
Everywhere I look I see God and everywhere I look I'm reminded of Lynda. My mother has never believed that these occurrences were anything but coincidences until the one magnolia blossom appeared on the tree after Lynda died. Now she's open to the possibility....the possibility that these are not coincidences at all.
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