It was a long slow walk down the hallway, as Alleen pushed her walker with her two sons Jack and John beside her, and me walking behind carrying a few bags of household items. Unbeknownst to her, Jack and I had already moved in a new dusty rose colored love seat, an end table, a small table with two chairs, wall mounted TV, a new twin bed, with bedspread and drapes in shades of watery blues and muted rose, and shower curtain of soft rose tones with raised flowers decorated in pearls and lace adding dimension to the curtain. Now we carried pictures and wall hangings from home, some kitchen ware, lamps, and shelving to call it home.
When she at last looked up after walking into the apartment, her eyes saw the new turquoise watery blue drapes with the winter sun flashing through the shades, then her eyes saw the new rose colored love seat. She looked no more and pushed the walker to the love seat and plopped down. I didn't know whether she'd smile or cry.
One by one her sons carried in framed family pictures, painted artwork from her kids, a prized picture of bears photographed by Art Wolfe, and a few what nots. Alleen is never without words, so when she caught her breath she began, "You shouldn't have. You shouldn't have. This is so pretty. I had no idea you would buy pretty things for my apartment. That's a new dresser isn't it? Now I can open a drawer, and it won't fall out on my foot. Everything I have at home is old and broken." She paused to smile, "I don't deserve this. I've just been a cry baby for months now and made your lives miserable. Why did you do this?" Before we could even speak she continued, "Is this all mine?"
A collective sigh of relief spread throughout the room as John, Jack and I smiled and reassured her how much we loved her. One by one the boxes and sacks were emptied, with Alleen orchestrating the final set up on her new apartment. I unwrapped a twelve inch pale white stone statue of Mary on a donkey holding the baby Jesus with Joseph walking beside them. It had been hidden on a shelf back in Jeannie's old bedroom, but when I discovered it, while packing, it seemed it needed to go to the new apartment. I held it and asked where she'd like placed or if she even wanted it.
She smiled and took a deep breath. "I want it right there on that shelf." She pointed to the half wall shelf dividing the living room and bedroom. "Where did you find that?" Her breathing suddenly became labored, and we all stopped. With her hand on her heart she continued, "I haven't seen it in years. You gave it to me a long time ago, and I just loved it. I worried that we had broken it or lost it somewhere."
I looked again at the statue. I did love its humble beauty. "Are you sure I gave it to you?" "Oh, yes. One year when you lived in Kansas you bought it," she replied. I studied it again, and then recalled how I enjoyed shopping at Stutzman's Nursery at Christmas time when the greenhouse was filled with poinsettias, and the gift shop sparkled with ornaments and Christian decor. We both smiled at the recognition. "You're right Alleen, I did buy this. I'm so glad you remembered." She smiled and dropped her head down at a sideways bow. "Thank you. Thank you." She began. "We can leave it there all year to watch over me."
She seemed happy and relaxed for the first time in months and months. I quietly reflected, God does amazing work in our answered prayers.
If you'd like to read the prequel to The Answered Prayer click on the link below to read "The Move."
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