Life can be such a tangled mess. No one knew this better than Clarabelle. Every Halloween she picked a costume and every Halloween she missed trick or treats. It was usually this time of year that her medical condition would land her into the hospital for an extended stay.
Her friends did not understand what gastroparesis was or that she could not have all the yummy treats that came along with the holiday. Friends came in and out of her hospital room bringing her sticky, chocolaty, sugary treats. They all had good intentions and were met with a courteous “thank you.”
Here it was again, close to that time of year. The smell of fall was in the air and the talk of pumpkin carving was all the rage. Poor Clarabelle, so close to trick or treating. Yet once again she was in a hospital bed. Heavy with sorrow and swimming in self pity she asked aloud “God, why am I here again, why have you abandoned me?”
Mom took a deep breath while praying with her heart before speaking. “Clarabelle, we don’t always see God’s plan, but I assure you even this, being here, is part of that plan.”
Clarabelle rolled her eyes, so tired of the ‘Gods plan’ speech. What she did not know was mom did not give up that easily. Mom had called the youth pastor and asked him if he could come by. At first Clarabelle was thrilled to hear that he was coming. She was certain this meant another gift or more treats.
What she did not know was his gift was prayer and his intention was to share the word of God with her. Mom’s hope was that the message would be well received and Clarabelle’s spirit would begin to mend.
When the pastor arrived, Clarabelle met him with an eager smile. He took a seat at her bedside; telling his usual warm up jokes. Once he was certain he had her attention he explained to her why she might be in the hospital. He told her that someone might be inspired by her faith and reminded her that God gave the staff at the hospital the knowledge and ability to care for her.
For the first time Clarabelle opened her heart and listened. Mom could see her eyes fixed intently on him. Clarabelle was connected and responding to what the pastor was sharing. He was not met with rolling eyes or given the usual blanket over her head treatment.
After the youth pastor left she turned to mom and said “I want to be Cleopatra for Halloween.”
Mom smiled, and without hesitation went online and ordered her costume. Jokingly she looked at Clarabelle and said with a wink and a smile “this year you will be Clarapatra, because you are a queen in your own right.”
Clarabelle laughed and for the first time in years looked forward to Halloween; regardless of where she might spend it.