The Angel in the Hospital Named Ruth
Due to complications, I lost my unborn child, but a woman at the hospital gave me the hope, comfort, and love I needed.
BY: Joan Wolensky
"Yes," I replied. "I lost my baby. I am not doing very good, especially now, one week before Christmas."
The lady answered, "I don't have anything to do right now. How about we visit in your room for a while?"
"Okay," I replied. I was so numb, I did not care one way or the other what happened. I didn't notice the time or how long we were together until the nurse came in and told me they were bringing breakfast. It was 6:45 am. The lady stayed with me all night--we talked about life, loss, blessings, and going forward. Her words were cool healing rain in a parched desert of pain. I soaked in her light, I soaked in her words. Who was this lady?
She said her name was Ruth. She was from somewhere around here. I thanked her profusely for her company. I told her I would never forget her kindness and was very lucky to have met her. I asked her for her address and phone number. She took out a card and wrote the information, handed it to me, and I put it in my purse. I hugged her and she left.
Time passed and I was home trying to make a Christmas for my daughter and family. I was not into the holiday, I was so sad. Going through the motions, I happened to find the card the lady gave me in my purse. The front of the card had a picture of stained glass windows. Inside the card she had written, "Even through stained glass windows, God's Light will shine. You will be okay. God loves you. Love, Ruth"
I decided to call—"We're sorry,” the recording said, “there is no such number." I tried several times; same response. I sat down and decided to send her a thank you card—I sent a beautiful card with an invitation to visit. In a few days, I received my card back, but it was stamped: "RETURN TO SENDER. ADDRESS UNKNOWN." No such address. No such person. This person did not exist. Or did she?
This "lady" was a special angel sent to me exactly when I needed her, even in the middle of the night. Her healing presence of love, light, and divine grace melted the cuts, bruises, and scars of my heart. She dried my tears with a smile and sent me on my way. I discovered I now have my own special angel waiting for me—I named him Michael, after my special guardian, Archangel Michael. He is with me all the time; he is my heart song.
God does love me, the lady was right. During trying times, I often remember her message. I will never be the same. God promised, "I will not leave you comfortless." He didn't. I am eternally grateful.