A Father’s Gift
When my husband Alan was only three years old his father died suddenly and unexpectedly due to complications from stomach surgery. Alan never had a chance to know his father, and his strongest memory from that time is of himself playing alone with his Matchbox cars in the hallway of the hospital where his father passed away.
Alan inherited his father’s watch, which is very precious to him, and he wears it every day. He rarely takes it off, and if he does he is very careful to keep track of it. It went missing recently, and he was understandably shaken. We tore the house apart looking for it for six days, to no avail. I saw my husband’s face fill with such sadness when he realized he may never find it.
Today as I passed the photo of Alan’s father on the shelf, I stopped and picked up the picture. I looked at the face of his father, Edmund, and quietly said; “That watch means so much to Alan. Please, if you can, please help me find it for him.” I gave the photo a little hug to my heart, felt a bit foolish, and then set it down.
Immediately I was pulled to the dining room as if there were a string attached to my heart, and I stopped in front of the dining room table. I noticed a slight wrinkle in the tablecloth and I suddenly knew. All the hair on my arms stood up as I slipped my hand under the cloth and touched the watch. About 45 seconds had passed from the time I made the request to the discovery of the watch. Thank you Edmund!
There is so much divinity in the everyday!