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August 2008 - Page 27
Wait Until Sunday
by Nicole T.
It was sometime around July, 2002, and I was living in Leander, Texas. At this time my husband and I were separated. I had both of our children living with me. I spent much of that time taking care of both of my children, who were both very ill, and crying and fretting about my husband and our marriage. I was distraught.
On Tuesday morning, I woke up, prepared for yet another heart-wrenching, depressive day. But instead, I clearly heard a voice to me say, "Wait until Sunday." I quickly looked around, thinking the television or radio was on, or that someone was with me. But I was alone, and the house was quiet. Again I began to think in my head about the disasters of my life, and even louder this voice told me to "Wait until Sunday." It had a very calming effect on me. For the life of me I could not imagine why Sunday was so important.
I went about the next few days, caring for my children, many visits to the emergency room with each. And every time I started to think about my husband, very quietly, I would hear that voice repeat its message, and all of the stress about it would melt away.
I remember Sunday very clearly. I was again in the emergency room with my children, and my husband had come to see the kids. I was preparing to give him my wedding ring, as a sign that it was over forever between us. But we started talking... and somehow, everything melted away. All of the pain and anger between us just left us. He came home that night. To stay.
I do not know who the voice belonged to. It was a male voice, but very calm and quiet. And it had such a tremendous power to soothe me. It helped me to focus on my children, not my broken heart, and whatever it knew, it was right.
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