Autobiographical Easter Object Lesson on Resurrection

Mom, Susan, Rosa in the desert 

Taxing frivolously down the Houston runway I clung excitedly to my seatbelt, my head dancing joyously in dreams of spring celebration with my Tucson cousins. This annual ritual of hope and recreation was soon to be joyfully experienced in Tucson, celebrating new life and Easter hope.
I had just donned my Easter bonnet and begun to spend time with my Tucson cousins, settling into the season of celebration, when suddenly, four days into the festive frolic I was "gunned down", attacked by a deadly pneumonia!
Driven urgently from the carefree celebration I found myself instead in the Gethsemene Room of the Intensive Care Unit of University Medical Center - "trail of Lenten trials".
Life looked very bleak for me.. Workers worked, "Prayers" prayed. I saw that this decision was God's alone. It was not my choice, not the choice of the mechanical breathing machine, not the choice of the watchers. It was God's. Time hung suspended. I continued to pray "God, your will be done." I also asked God to have more time to work with Him on earth. As I looked, I could see Heaven just on the ceiling of the ICU room. It was in God's Hand, God's Time.
For several sedated days the answer was hidden. The workers worked; the "prayers' prayed. God waited. Then I awoke, surrounded by God's sunshine and strength, feeling the prayers of the "prayers", the faithfulness of the workers, feeling God's "on" button and affirmation that "Today is Life; Live it!"

The watchers and the workers and the "prayers" along with my cousins. All saw the collapse, the waiting and finally the Easter miracle of restoration and affirmation of Hope and purpose in Christ. But, mostly it was I who said " Thank you God " for the healing, the promise of Your constant presence and the ongoing miracle of living life with You forever.

(by mom)