“When I got the call in the middle of the night that Clarissa, my twin sister, had suffered a fatal heart attack, I was devastated. We were very close, the two children of a busy single mother. We’d become a strong duo, and even once we were grown with families of our own, we were always together or on the phone talking about things we’d do, trips we’d take, how we’d become grandmothers together one day.
“Feeling shattered, I fell to my knees in prayer. ‘Oh, Father…I can’t make sense of why she was taken so soon. We were supposed to be together forever. I don’t understand, God. How can I live without her?’ I dabbed my tears and felt no peace, heard no soulful whisper. God didn’t seem to have an answer for me.
“Four days after my sister’s death, I received a package in the mail that nearly made my legs buckle. It was from Clarissa. The postmark showed it had been mailed on the day she’d died. I opened it to find a beautiful gift box. Inside was a scarf with white crosses all over it. Her note read, ‘God put it on my heart to get this for you. It’s an infinity scarf to remind you that God’s love is infinite, but I wanted you to know that no matter what happens in this world, you can be sure that my love is too.’
“I used to think that there were times when I’d pray and didn’t get an answer. But, now I know that He is endlessly answering and always loving. And love is the one thing that goes on without end.”
—Faye Raynor, 39, Bronx, NY