A few weeks ago, two to be exact, Caleb was having some trouble breathing...his asthma had reared it's ugly head. After a long evening/night in the Emergency Room, he was admitted to the hospital. We would spend our weekend there - receiving breathing treatments around the clock and spending lots of quality time together snuggling and reading books. Hospital stays are torture for a little boy who is accustomed to a pretty regular routine...everything is different. Late Saturday night, as I was drifting off to sleep (I was provided a hospital bed & Caleb had a very institutional looking crib), I heard Caleb's voice say, "Hello." It was as if he had answered the phone. I listened closely...and heard him say, "I'm fine." ....followed by a long pause.....then, he said, "I love you too, Gran.".....long pause......"goodbye." I was in that in-between state, not fully asleep but not fully awake. I initially thought he had the cell phone and was pretending to speak to my mom. So, I got up to check things out. He didn't have the phone, it was plugged into the outlet near my bed. I asked him who had he been talking to, he replied very matter-of-factly "my Gran." I don't know what to make of this...I am honestly not a person who is looking for "signs" from my mom...I know she is in Heaven and is fully surrounded by the Glory of God. I just don't know what to think of this. I finally decided to accept this "gift" spoken from my sweet little boy into the darkness of a hospital room as just that - a late-night gift from my Heavenly Father.
Fast forward to tonight, nearly 2 weeks later. Caleb woke up coughing and crying...in need of his mommy's comfort. I picked him up from his crib and we settled into the comfy rocking chair in the nursery. He began to talk ...this is roughly how the conversation went:
Me: I am sorry you woke up coughing. Let's snuggle for a little bit until you feel better, okay?
Caleb: Okay, Mommy. I was coughing.
Me: I know, sweetheart. But you are okay. Let's pray that God will help you to feel better. (then I prayed a simple prayer asking for God's comfort and healing for Caleb).
Caleb: Mom, Jesus loves me. He will take care of me.
Me: Cal, you are exactly right. Jesus does love you so much...He will help you to feel better.
Caleb: Mom, Jesus made Gran feel better. Gran is with Jesus. She is so happy.
Me: You are right, Cal. She is so happy with Jesus.
So, yet another "late night gift" sent from God from the lips of my sweet little two-year-old boy. I am so grateful.
"The Lord gives strength to his people; The Lord blesses his people with peace."