Forgot

I've been thinking and that can be dangerous, but I think I've passed a very important event. In fact I think it was the night before the first chemo. Marsha had a difficult night sleeping. She was up and down for hours and could not get comfortable. I helped her get out to the family room and settled on the couch and I reclined and dozed in my chair. I had been in that room many times with the lights out, and Marsha had been even more often than me. Before Marsha became ill she would quite often fall asleep on the couch and wake up and come to bed a little later than me. I turned out the lights leaving her in the dark. When I opened my eyes before dawn in the dark and looked across the room I saw an unmistakeable white cross illuminated in the darkened window at the back of the addition. I asked Marsha what she saw without explaining and she said she had been looking at the cross in the window. It seemed to her and to me like a sign of God's presence for us in this difficult time. It turned out that all along a streetlight had been shining through a side window framed by the curtains and cast the light on the vinyl x in the center of the window. Why did we both see that cross at the same moment on that morning when we clearly needed it? I find it hard to believe two seriously committed Christian people could have lived all that time with that cross before them and missed it. It was really important to us at that particular moment and I don't think it was an accident that we were both drawn to it that morning. God is good all the time, even when we don't understand it.