“Last summer my older sister, Nora, and I had taken a long-overdue girls’ trip to the beach and had spent hours collecting seashells. Nora had found a beautiful heart-shaped mother-of-pearl shell and had so sweetly given it to me. ‘I’ll always love you, Sis,’ she’d said. I’ll never forget that moment.
“Two weeks after our trip Nora had a heart attack, and in minutes, she was gone. I was in shock and completely lost, I had never known a day without her love and support. My once steadfast faith was shaken to the core and I was furious with God. I didn’t understand why He would take her from me, take her from her children and grandchildren.
“A few days after Nora’s memorial service, I parked in her driveway and burst into tears as I stared at her empty house. As I got out of the car, I noticed two little girls playing next door. My heart broke again thinking of all the times Nora and I played outside together when we were young. Suddenly, one of the little girls ran straight to me, and said, ‘Don’t be sad, this is for you.’
“My breath caught as she placed a heart-shaped mother-of-pearl shell in my hand—exactly like the one Nora had given me at the beach. Just then, I felt a warm embrace, as if God was telling me, Love lives on in your heart, she’s always right there. Nora had filled my life with so much love. Love that could never weaken, or be taken away. I slid the shell into my pocket and said a silent prayer, Thank You, Lord. Thank you for my sister’s love.”
—Sally Paul, 58, Farmington Hills, MI