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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Christmas (04/25/05)

TITLE: Circle of Prayers
By Heather Frizzell
04/30/05


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Jake arrived in his beat up Oldsmobile around 4 o’clock. He’d received a call while he was at work telling him that there had been an accident and he needed to come to the hospital. He wondered how bad it was as he entered through the sliding glass doors. He went to the ICU waiting room where he saw his wife, Lisa, huddled in a chair with her head hung. As he walked over Lisa got up and hugged him.

“How bad is it?” he asked, still holding her. He could hear the fear in her voice as she whispered, “She was in an accident. She was driving home and skidded off the road.” She took a deep breath before continuing, “She lost control of the car and hit a tree. She wasn’t wearing a seatbelt and went through the windshield.”

She pulled out of his embrace and looked into his eyes. “She broke her arm and hit her head; she’s unconscious. They aren’t sure if there’s any brain damage, and they don’t know when or if she’ll regain consciousness. “

Jake stood there, still overwhelmed at what he’d just heard. “My poor baby, my poor little Hannah,” he thought.

Jake and Lisa stayed at the hospital that night. After some time, Jake began to pray. At first he sat alone in a corner and prayed. Then his wife came over and joined him. Whenever friends or family came to visit, they would join their circle and pray with them. Sometimes they prayed out loud, sometimes to themselves, and other times they simply sat in silence, letting their hearts cry out to God.

Sometime during the day, a young woman came into the hospital. She walked into the ICU waiting room and saw the prayer circle. She smiled and walked over. Sitting down, she explained to Jake and Lisa that her name was Samantha and that she was an employee at Hannah’s school. As a counselor she was there to help. Samantha stayed with them the rest of that day.

The next morning, Samantha returned to be with the family. Once she arrived, they resumed their circle and began praying, just like the day before. Samantha started the prayer, “Dear Heavenly Father…”

Around 7 o’clock that evening, two doctors walked out of the double doors that separate the waiting room from the patients’ rooms. Jake and Lisa prepared themselves for the worst as the nurse motioned for them to come over. Samantha smiled to herself and slipped away as Jake and Lisa walked with grave faces toward the doctors.

“Are you Mr. and Mrs. Church?” one of the doctors asked.

“Yes,” Lisa replied. “Is everything alright?” she asked almost pleadingly.

“Yes, everything’s fine. You’re daughter is stable. Amazingly enough, her brain isn’t showing any signs of permanent damage. She’s alert and her memory seems fine. We’ll need to keep her here for a while, probably through the holidays, just for observation. They’re preparing to move her onto a different floor right now.”

“Praise the Lord!” Lisa whispered. Jake was speechless.

Later that week, Lisa sat with Hannah in her hospital room. They had put a small Christmas tree in the corner with presents sitting underneath. Christmas music was playing in the background. Lisa asked her daughter if she’d ever heard of a school guidance counselor named Samantha.

“No, mom, I don’t know anybody by that name,” she replied. Lisa thought she’d call the school and check anyway. She wanted to thank Samantha for staying with them through such a hard time. The next morning was the last day before school was out for the holidays; Christmas was only a few days away.

“Hello, I’m Hannah Church’s mother. I’d like to speak with the guidance counselor named Samantha. I’m not sure of her last name, though,” Lisa said to the woman on the other end of the line. “Yes, I’ll hold.”

“Really? I’m sorry, I must’ve been mistaken. Thank you anyway.” Lisa said before she hung up the phone.

“That’s odd,” she muttered.

“What’s odd?” asked Jake.

“Oh, it’s probably nothing. I just called Hannah’s school. No one named Samantha works there.“

They couldn’t see Samantha standing by the bed, her angelic face glowing as she smiled down at Hannah.


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donna robinson05/02/05
I loved this story for I truly believe in times of deep trauma God sends angels to be among us. Sometimes we see them and sometimes we just feel them...
Phyllis Inniss 05/03/05
The Lord sends His angels to be with us. If we seek Him we will find Him. So glad Hannah came through alright.
Michelle Sabrosky05/03/05
Just another reminder that we never know when we may encounter one of the Lord's many Angel's face to face! Wonderful story and very well written!
Shirley Thomas05/07/05
I love your Christmas miracle story. My family has experienced angelic visits in crisis situations. Thank you for sharing your family's story of God's everlasting healing power and love.