“It had been just over a year since my dear sister, Cheri, had passed away after having a massive heart attack. To be honest, I not only grieved the loss of my best friend and confidant, I also grieved the loss of my faith. I was so hurt and angry with God because He didn’t answer my prayers to heal her. The Lord was supposed to have the power to do anything, so I couldn’t understand why He hadn’t saved Cheri when she was laying in the ICU. Instead, He took her from me.
“I marked the anniversary of Cheri’s passing by sitting on my back deck with a cup of tea, listening to the leaves rustle in the wind. It was something she and I used to do together every time she would come over to visit. But seeing the vacant white rocking chair next to me only made me more enraged. How can I worship You when You are so unfair? I thought, my heart splintering into another sharp agonizing piece.
“Just as I was about to go back inside, something drew my eye to the edge of the woods. My breath caught as I spotted two fawns, peacefully gazing at me. Cheri and I used to love spotting deer, especially the babies, and these two simply stood there, unafraid and incredibly beautiful—I’d never seen such a perfect pair. Like us…forever and always, I heard, soft as a whisper.
“Suddenly, it felt as if Cheri were right there with me. Tears misted my eyes, and for the first time in a year, my broken heart reached out for God. That moment was like coming home, and I realized He didn’t steal our loved ones away, He gave us the precious years of life together to create a bond of love that lasts forever.”
—Ali Perry, 63, Boise, ID