My mom had suffered a severe stroke. Her doctor said we should prepare ourselves: she probably would not recover.
My mom survived that night. And another.
When she regained consciousness, she couldn’t move or speak.
But her eyes seemed to say: “I’m very sick, aren’t I?”
The next morning, after reading a healing message in my daily devotional, I hurried to the hospital and rushed to her beside.
“Mom, I read something this morning. I’d like to read it to you. Would you like to hear it?” I asked.