Please post or publish my story. ----- Original Message ----- From: Joe Mazzella To: [email protected] Sent: Monday, June 28, 2010 1:29 PM Subject: reformatted story: My answer to my Heartfelt prayer
My answer to My Heartfelt prayer By: Cynthia Groopman God answers our prayer and knows the exact time to care for our needs. And this why each day is a gift and an answer to a prayer and a surprise, indeed. On the 16 of June, in the News Museum in Washington D.C. my best companion, Able took an unexpected trip down a strange unknown elevator shaft and I thought would be the last time I would ever grasp him and hold him tightly. Since that date, I have been praying to God for the safe return of Able. I know that it is God's will and not mine, but my petition to the almighty was heartfelt and full of emotion. God knows our hearts, understands our pains and shares our dismay, hurts and disappointments with us. This past Thursday night, I felt God's warmth caress and tender embrace as I was going to lie down to sleep. I was about to pray and of course, Able was in each and every prayer since that incident. I felt reassured and comforted after God's embrace and caress and fell asleep immediately. My dream was that many white sticks were marching home to their owners. They were marching to the Tune of the Battle Hymn of the Republic. Able led the parade. When I awoke, and recalled that dream, I wondered to myself, if the dream was a harbinger of what was going to happen in the next few days. Friday morning, I had an extra smile on my face and felt happy and in fact mentioned to my friend that that Friday felt extra special and something wonderful was about to occur in my life, but yet a sense of excitement and surprise filled the air. The working hours of the Friday day flew by so very quickly. When I arrived home, I found a Fed Ex box shaped like a cone. A rather strange shaped box, indeed I said to myself. I never had seen one previously. Inside the box, I heard a gentle tap tap tap, the same familiar tap that Able used to make when he and I would walk together and smiles of joy danced on my face, or should I say, tap dance across my face. Hurriedly, I opened the cone shaped box, taking my time since it was difficult to open. As soon as the box was opened, out jumped Able into my arms, and he gave me the biggest hug ever. Then both of us began to tap tap tap in a joyful rhythm across the room of my apartment. What a beautiful precious moment. We are taught to never give up hope, to think positively and know god, does not forsake or forget us and in His loving kindness answers prayers and surprises us. Oh, it is such a warm reassuring comforting feeling to have Able back in my life. Absence does make the heart grow fonder as the old adage tells us. -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Deaf-Blind Inspirational Life Group" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected]. To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected]. For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/dbilg?hl=en.
