I remember lying in bed with a fever and feeling very sick. I was probably only around 6 or 7.
My mother was sitting by my bed and my picture of Jesus was on the wall in my room. But I didn’t want her to leave. I remember being so scared to be alone.
That night my Mother told me a story about a little girl just like me who was very sick and she was all alone in a hospital. She was so scared that she cried so hard but there was no one around to hear her it seemed. Then finally she cried out in almost in a whisper: “Is there anyone out there to protect me and give me comfort?”. She closed her eyes and felt a warm hand take her hand and dry her tears with His other hand. She instantly felt safe. She opened her little eyes and there was Jesus smiling down at her. “Your never alone, all you need to do is reach out, I will be there always”. She went to sleep peacefully. And when the nurses checked her in the morning her fever was gone and she was on the road to recovery..
Mommy said “that is Jesus” and she pointed to my picture on the wall. Jesus loves all his children. We prayed together. Then she kissed me goodnight. Jesus was there. I have never stopped talking to him since.
Many years later I learned that the little girl in this story was my Mother when she was sick with Scarlet Fever. Mother is passed now and I truly miss her. I am so thankful for the lessons she gave me. She gave me the greatest gift of all. A relationship with my Savior Jesus Christ.