My Lost Christmas Gift

Here is an extract from my personal diary... Read to glorify the living God.

Uncle John: my father- in–law, who was admitted in the hospital due to multi-organ disorder and cardiac arrest.

Aunt Mary: my mother- in-law

Siril: my husband

Sweety and Blessy: my sister- in-laws


30/11/07 – Saturday
Dear Sweetheart,
The night is dark and cold, as if it rules my destinations, my prayers and my dreams. The narrow corridors of the hospital is packed with silence...only my tip toed sandals could break through it. As I walked into the ICU where Uncle John was sleeping peacefully, I could feel a cold chill passing down my spine. His body had swollen, with a small tear resting near his eyes. The doctors had laid their hope in the hands of the almighty. I knew that, only He would be at my rescue now. What the costly medicines, and modern technologies like Dialysis and Pacemakers could not do, my God could do it with a single touch. So I knelt down for a personal talk with my Saviour.

I rested uncle's hand on the Holy Bible. The body that did not move an inch for past 24 hours, could slightly feel the presence of God. His fingers felt the warmth of the Holy book and shook, as if stating that, "please let me out of these barriers of death, I still have something to do." That night all that I prayed till twilight near him was for a Christmas gift, the gift of his life. I was waiting to experience a Christmas miracle with a faith that for sure it will be done. In the nearby ward aunt Mary would wake up every time I walked in to sip a glass of water. I would make her to go asleep, saying that, "Our God is an awesome God, we will all experience a Christmas Miracle soon." She said, "If He gifts my husband's life to me, I will do anything for Him...anything...I just want him back..."

The night was gruesome. I felt somebody was pricking my heart now and then just to leave the hope. But, I was fighting back only with a bent head and wet closed eyes in prayer. I want him back. I just don't want to loose him for life.... I can't write anything more sweetheart, the pages are all wet...

Love,
Sharon.

2/12/07 – Sunday
Dear Sweetheart,

I don't know how to describe this day. In our church denomination holy communion is given on the first Sunday of every month. Last week when Uncle was all fine, he wished to go to church together with aunt Mary to be a part of it. So I arranged for the communion, by calling up the pastor. Aunt was scared that the doctor would not allow, as uncle was fed only fluids through a tube attached to his mouth. But when asked, he said, "Do anything that would help him recover."

The pastor arrived after his third feed was already given. For the communion Aunt Mary, Uncle Philip (Uncle John's younger brother), Pastor and I had walked inside the cozy room of ICU. Male nurse, who was busy with his work, was very fussy about the whole event happening in the room. He first denied for a loud prayer in the room, and then he just nodded a sure 'no' for giving the communion through the tube. He listed several reasons. But, when Aunt Mary told him about the doctors approval, he asked us to keep it on the table and walk out. Seeing his arrogant behavior and aunt's roaring anger, I just signed to all of them to walk out and assured her that I would be there until it was fed to him.

After few normal conversation with the nurse, I manged to get his approval for the feed. I placed the Holy bread in the Holy wine, so that it could melt properly and smashed it fine with my finger. Till then uncle started moving furiously. He had woke up from his deep slumber, when the pastor had prayed aloud. The male nurse could not manage to keep him calm even after maximum amount of sedation injection. So I moved forward to help him holding the cup that had the wine and the bread. Within a fraction of second, the cup fell from my hand. Just a few drops had manged to slip from the cup. But I cried with a deep voice near the ground as if, I had just dropped a life from my hand.

Till then a senior nurse accompanied the old one for all the help he needed. The cup was again kept on the desk. I could sense a deep fear of loosing all the blessed wine. At the very moment the senior nurse, dropped the whole cup into the nearby bin thinking it as some kind of a waste that was not cleaned. I was shocked and looked stunned at the nurse. Till then the other picked it up to see if there was any and to our surprise not a drop had fallen down. As the cup laid stiff and straight inside the bin. I did not wait for another minute, I asked them to feed him right away. By now they could not stand against my word, I don't know whether due to fear or love. They fed him the very second. I walked outside with a successful mission. I felt, I had just fought against an evil, which did not want anything holy to be touched on him.

I hope as the holy wine and bread, paves its path through his body each and every part, will relive a new life.
Love,
Sharon


10/12/07- Monday
Dear Sweetheart,
Our God is truly an awesome God. Sweetheart, the doctors said he is all fine and will be shifted to the nearby ward... Today is their wedding day. It is so nice to see them happy together. I am singing all praises with high tone. Yesterday he spoke with me for the whole day. I could listen to any of his story, for as many hours as possible. Another mysterious thing that we noticed was he doesn't remember that he was hospitalized for nearly two weeks. All that he remembers is the story of past five days.

He repeatedly asked Aunt Mary to take him back home at least for an hour. The doctors were amazed with his recovery. They said, “It is truly nothing but a miracle, for the past four years none of the patients with such problems have walked out alive from here." Huh!! it feels so good. Okay, bye for now... lets talk more about him tomorrow.
Love,
Sharon.

13/12/ 07– Thursday
Dear Sweetheart,

I lost him.... I lost him for life. He bid us all bye to rest peacefully in the arms of Jesus. Yesterday when I saw his body being laid on a dug out ground, amidst the wailing of innumerable people, I thought somebody just snatched away my beautiful Christmas gift.... I had wiped all my tears just to lend a ray of hope to Siril, Sweety, Blessy and aunt Mary, that we will surely see him again one day. But.... what about 'My Christmas Gift' that is buried in the ground forever??? I lost it ... I lost it for life.

17/12/07 – Monday
Dear Sweetheart,

It is true that I lost my Christmas gift. But when I look back those four days, that he (uncle John) could speak and pour out his emotions, I glorify my living God, for sending him back to us even for a minimal time. As I pen down these words I can see him rest like a child on the chest of an angel, after a tedious... years together work. Yes, I did loose my Christmas gift, only to get it back for eternity... when I will meet him with open arms in the garden of Jesus Christ.

Love,
Sharon.