"... his father saw him, and was moved with compassion, and ran, and fell upon his neck, and covered him with kisses" Luke 15:20 DARBY
“Mom!” I croaked. “Mom, I …” But my words were
muffled as Mom wrapped me up in the biggest bear hug I’d ever received from
her.
“Morgan! You’re awake! Oh, please forgive me for
being such a jerk all your life!”
“Mom, please forgive me for running away!”
“It’s okay, baby, I’m sure I understand why you
did. Just … Morgan, please, please let me be part of your life now. It’s been
so lonely since you been gone!”
“What?” I grinned through my tears, “Girl talk
with Jamie on Saturday nights isn’t enough?”
“Oh, you! You know what I mean. Grandma’s house is
awful big for just me to rattle around in.”
Mom settled herself on the edge of my bed.
“Seriously, we have a lot of catching up to do. Would you consider coming home
for a spell – once you get out of this hospital? OH! I guess I ought to let the
doc know you’re awake!” Mom pushed the call button and held it.
Presently a nurse popped her head in the door. Her
eyes got wide when she saw me awake and talking. She said, “I’ll be right back
with the Doctor!”
A flurry of activity ensued with people coming and
going and whispers of more tests, “just to be sure.”
Finally, it was decided I should stay overnight
for observation. I looked over at Mom, who suddenly looked very worn out.
“Mom, why don’t you stay at my place for the
night. You could bring me back some clothes. I’m sure I look a mess.”
I looked around suddenly realizing I had no idea
where my purse, keys, and most importantly, my phone were!
The nurse said, “A nice policeman brought all your
personal effects from the crime scene.”
My head whipped around, “Crime scene?”
The nurse and Mom both laughed, “At first, it was
reported you’d been shot! The crowd at the bus stop all believed it, but come
to find out, you had not been shot and there was no evidence of any bullets
being fired.”
Mom said, “And that is how I found out where you
were – the local news picked it up as a human-interest story – “The Shooting
that Wasn’t” and ran it on our local station. I glanced up to see the picture
of you they posted from your ID and I just knew it was you! I called the police
department and we compared notes until we were reasonably certain were talking about the same person."
“I know it was a long way for you to come,” I guiltily
remembered I’d run as far away from home as possible. “Why don’t you go my place and get some rest and come back in the morning? Be sure and bring me back an
outfit – preferably jeans, tee shirt and tennies. I’m going to call my boss and
arrange for some time off.”
My stomach rumbled about the time nurse whisked in
with a tray of food.
Teasingly, I said, “I sure hope hospital cuisine
is better than I’ve always been told. Right now, I’m hungry enough to eat even
school cafeteria food.”
Mom came by my bedside, and for the first time I
could remember, kissed the top of my forehead and wished me good night. She then whispered, "I love you." As the
door closed behind her, tears leaked from my eyes. Who would ever have imagined
this day?
We are on Day 29 of my serial, Angel on Assignment: The Book of Morgan. Morgan finally hears the words from her mother she has longed to hear all her life!
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We are on Day 29 of my serial, Angel on Assignment: The Book of Morgan. Morgan finally hears the words from her mother she has longed to hear all her life!
If you have missed any of the previous posts, click on the title, "Angel on Assignment" in the upper right hand corner in my side bar. It will take you to a page where you can find all links as they go live.
This serial is not intended to be doctrine. Scripture does tell us angels come to warn, bring messages and sometimes watch over us. It also tells us we could possibly unknowingly entertain an angel. My serial is just me imagining how that might look in our present day and time.
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I just heard Priscilla S. say that the only time God was in a hurry was when He was portrayed as running toward His returning prodigal! Isn't that great?
ReplyDeleteAlmost finished! Keep up the good work!
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