In Memory of Natalie

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My friend, I know you are dwelling in the light of 1 million suns now, walking with the Savior, talking, having those conversations you always dreamed about,

but I took some pictures the other day, and thought of you as I looked through the lens. I hope you enjoy them.

And I thought of how you have encouraged us so many times when we were down, with your words of light and life, and your beautiful photographs.

Thank you my friend. We miss you….I miss you. Pray for us, those still remaining…..

And Lord God, thank You for our friend….Natalie.

Amen. 

In Memory of Natalie Scarberry, a blogging friend, and source of incredible encouragement.

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Henry Vu – Reluctant Angel II

Colorful ChristmasIt was Linda Cunningham that caught Caroline as she collapsed with grief. Linda knew what grief was, been around it a time or two and lived it, especially when her husband died of cancer last year. Linda asked, “What is it sweetheart?” The response broke everyone’s heart. Caroline managed to blurt out through the tears, “My husband is dead!!!”

The two women sat there for a long time as Linda held her, rocking Caroline back and forth. Linda waved on the carolers, so they could sing on through the neighborhood that night. Eventually the two women went inside, to drink some coffee and to talk.

As Henry Vu watched the two women go inside he received instructions for his next assignment. There was an emergency at Memorial Hospital, and he would have to leave immediately. 5 month old Pedro Martinez was fighting for his life, in the Neo Natal ICU.

On his way to Memorial Hospital, Henry Vu received a transmission from the Angel Command Center. As he was flying, he saw the story of the Martinez family. Months of young Pedro being in the hospital had completely drained the family, emotionally, physically and financially. Even with the current health care reform, the Martinez family owed hundreds of thousands of dollars in hospital and medical bills. Medication alone cost $2,800 per day!

Worst of all, young Pedro was losing his battle against a terrible disease. As Henry coasted into the hospital air space, he saw young Pedro in a glass enclosed cubicle with tubes everywhere. Was that a probe in the child’s head? “God have mercy!”, he said out loud.

He decided to come into the hallway invisible, but nothing could have prepared him for the shocking scene, once he looked into the room and saw the child up close. There were more tubes in the cubicle, than there was of Pedro. Was it against the rules for an angel to cry? Either way he got out his handkerchief.

A doctor and nurse entered the room as Henry watched, still invisible. They were looking at Pedro’s charts and the machines he was plugged into. The doctor shook her head no, and said, “I don’t like the look of this at all.” “His blood pressure is dropping, and his numbers do not look good.” “You better call his parents, and the chaplain.” “I don’t think he’s going to make it through the night.” They left the room to check more lab work, and Henry inched closer.

Raul and Maria Martinez were sleeping, but got dressed quickly once they got the call. In a church close to the hospital, the Chaplain, Rev. Leon Jackson received a text explaining the situation. Even though the church was in the middle of a midnight Christmas program, he whispered into his wife’s ear, and prepared to leave. His wife Cheryl would ask the church to pray…..

To be continued, tonight and tomorrow!

   

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Henry Vu – Reluctant Angel

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He didn’t feel much like an angel. He hadn’t really lived right when he was alive, and didn’t turn things around for the better, until the end. But something did happen to him before the lights went out, and he started caring about people, started doing some real good in the world.

Then there was the car accident, and now here he was an angel, complete with wings (which he always kept hidden), assigned to the Christmas detail, which was always the toughest assignment.

Originally from Vietnam, Henry Vu had just saved several people from a raging blizzard, and was assigned next, to help Caroline Jenkins and her two daughters, aged 6 and 8 years old. Sgt. Tom Jenkins had just been killed about one month ago, fighting the Taliban, in Afghanistan. His family was devastated. Jessica, who at just 8 years old, was talking of suicide, and 6 year old Jasmine, was in complete despair that she would never see her Daddy again.

Caroline had taken up drinking, which she had never done before, and she was filled with hate now for all people from the Middle East, no matter who they were. Henry Vu sighed heavily as he headed their way. He had seen the whole thing on video sent from the Angel Command Center.

Rather than burst into their living room, as a living light, Henry decided to use some carolers from a local church. Two van loads of people from a church were driving through the area. Henry popped into their van unseen. Sitting invisible next to the driver, Henry whispered into her ear, “Dakota Avenue, we need to go down Dakota Avenue.”

Sure enough it worked! “We need to go down Dakota Avenue”, the driver said. As they pulled up and unloaded, the first house they came to was the Jenkins house. “Let’s sing Silent Night!”, someone said. 19 year old Luke ran up the steps to ring the doorbell, and the group started singing, “Silent Night, Holy night…..”

Inside Caroline was startled, but headed for the door, Jessica and Jasmine ran, yelling, “Who is it Mommy??” Caroline didn’t know who it was, but popped a mint in her mouth to cover the smell of alcohol.

As she opened the door, the music pierced Caroline’s heart with both pain and joy. It was her husband Tom’s favorite Christmas carol. Tears began streaming down her face, Jessica said, “Mommy?” By the middle of the song Caroline broke down, not able to contain the grief any longer. She fell to her knees, weeping loudly.

Henry Vu watched from a rooftop across the street, realizing it was not over yet. The carolers stopped, but as they all prayed quietly, one of their group rushed to Caroline’s side….

To be continued.

 

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No Words

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I have no words for when madmen open fire. But perhaps, if we pray and weep together, it will draw us closer. Rest in peace dear ones, and may your families and friends receive comfort. God please help us.

Amen.

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