Michelle at Catholic Sistas has put up a post that leaves one in wonder. It's beautifully written and compelling and will leave you pondering:
I was 8 weeks pregnant when I took my 4 children and went on a trip to Iowa. I was going to visit a friend at her house and then travel down to Kansas City, Missouri to visit my in-laws. It was a long trip traveling from Georgia to Iowa but I felt up to the task. I loaded our children, kissed my husband, and we headed off on first leg of our journey. Traveling alone with four children and being pregnant with the 5thwas no easy task. But, as we pulled into Billie Jo’s driveway I knew it was worth the effort. We unloaded and settled in.
I can’t remember how long we had been there, perhaps only a day or two, but one evening I began to bleed. I woke up Billie and told her I needed to go to the hospital. She drove me there and after an exam the doctor handed me a plastic container and coldly said, “I can see tissue and I see blood, you are miscarrying. Try to get us as much of the tissue as you can and bring it back to us.” He also told me to stay off my feet for a couple days. He left the room. I cried. Billie held my hand and cried with me. She will never know how much her presence and love helped me. She drove me back to her house and she tucked me into bed.
That night, crying alone, I got out my rosary and I began to pray. I asked God to save my baby. I pleaded that if He would let her live (and I only became convinced the baby was a girl as I was praying) that I would dedicate her to Him. She was His and I would raise her for His glory. In my desperation I asked God to send me a sign that she would be alright. I asked that He send me one single rose. I told no one of my prayer.
Several days had passed and I felt up to continuing on to Mike’s parents’ house in Kansas City. Billie was worried and asked me to stay a little longer. I assured her I would be ok. We packed up and headed south to my in-laws. I told them that I was supposed to stay off my feet because of the bleeding and probability of miscarrying the baby. They were very helpful in making sure I could rest. During my stay there I was scheduled to spend some time with my very best friend from high school. She lived about 120 miles away and said she would drive to see me. We had scheduled a day to go out to lunch. She called and I told her what was going on. She said she would come anyway and we could at least see each other. My in-laws insisted that we still go out to lunch to have some quiet time to talk.
When Elizabeth rang the doorbell I got up to let her in. As I opened the door I gasped. I fought to keep the tears from trickling down my cheeks. There my best friend stood with a single rose. She said to me, “I know it seems weird for a girl to give a girl a rose but when I just kept hearing someone say, ‘Get her flowers’. The ones I wanted were all gone but they had single roses. I almost didn’t get one but something told me to get it.” My heart skipped a beat and I told her thank you. As we got in her car I told her that I had something to tell her. Over lunch I relayed my entire story to her and told her that I had asked for a sign from God… a single rose. I think she was as surprised as I was. After lunch we went to her mother and told her what had happened too. I knew from that moment my baby was going to live.
Don't stop there. The story doesn't stop there.
Take a moment out of your busy-ness and read the rest.
Just do it.
You'll not regret it.
Mother Mary, pray for us.
