67: Martha’s Message

67: Martha’s Message

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Miraculous Messages from Heaven

Martha’s Message

Angels can fly directly into the heart of the matter.

~Author Unknown

It’s been said a million times, “When it rains, it pours.” Well, during the early days of spring in the last year of the last millennium, my friend Tammy Rust, a schoolteacher from Delaware, experienced a Category 5 hurricane. But no storm lasts forever. And as it’s also been said many times over, “Every cloud has a silver lining.”

Graham Dill, Tammy’s father, had a signature signoff for his daughter in every written e-mail, spoken voicemail, and face-to-face conversation. He would close by stating calmly, “Remember, God loves you, Tam, and so do I.”

When Graham died unexpectedly, Tammy was devastated. She had been very close to her father.

After returning to Delaware for the funeral, Tammy visited her adopted teenage son, Robert, to deliver the bad news. Robert was a resident of the Sussex Work Release Program due to a substance abuse problem. He was also very close to his grandfather, who he affectionately knew as Pop. Through the difficult times, Graham had supported Robert as he battled his demons. He was both an inspiration and pillar of love for Robert to lean against, so the news was crushing.

Three days later, Tammy returned to work, depressed, but determined to move forward, and stay positive. The following morning the phone rang. It was Robert’s natural aunt with more bad news… Robert’s birth mother had passed away. The aunt asked Tammy to inform Robert. She dreaded again being the bearer of bad news. She knew the visit would be one of the toughest chores in her life. But it had to be done.

So, two sleepless days later, Tammy again visited her only son, nervous and saddened. Robert’s counselor joined them as they sat together around a small table in a colorless room. Above them fluorescent lighting hummed.

As expected, the news did not fall on happy ears. At first, Robert said nothing. Then, he stood up, stared deep into his mother’s face with teary eyes, and without warning, slammed his chair violently into the table. Finally, he ran from the room, overwhelmed by his grief. Then, the counselor left without a word, leaving Tammy alone.

Several minutes later she left the room, feeling utterly hopeless and emotionally drained. She was still coming to terms with her father’s passing and now she felt rejected by her child, a son she loved so much, at a time when she wanted to help him cope with upsetting news, but also a time when she needed him help her with her own loss.

Tammy made her way out of the building and across the parking lot to her car, oblivious to everything around her. Somehow she got into her car before she started sobbing. She sat there for minutes, crying and shaking, never feeling more alone in her life. Then, a knocking on her car window startled her. Partly embarrassed and partly annoyed, she glanced up through her swollen eyes to view the intruder.

Standing at the side of her car was a woman with a kind face and tender eyes. She motioned to Tammy to roll down her window. After Tammy did, the lady smiled and introduced herself simply as Martha.

Martha said softly, “I don’t know who you are, but God spoke to my heart to come over to you.” Tammy couldn’t speak, so she listened.

Martha then added, “I don’t know what is going on in your life right now, but be assured that things will get better.”

Then, Martha leaned down closer and into the car to hug Tammy. Martha whispered into Tammy’s ear, “And always remember, God loves you, and so do I.”

Tammy crumbled, having heard the exact words her dear father frequently shared with her on every occasion, but now voiced by a total stranger. By the time Tammy composed herself, Martha was gone. Tammy looked everywhere, but the woman had disappeared. Tammy never saw her again, at the center, around town, anywhere.

~David Michael Smith

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