The Story That Isn't Mine

Have you ever been given a gift and in that moment it is EXACTLY what your heart needs? It is the perfect gift. You treasure it and you hold it close and over time you realize that maybe the gift wasn’t just meant for you. Maybe it was meant for the world. I have shared this story on different platforms over the last 9 years and every single time I share I am overwhelmed by the response from women all over the world. So here it is… in writing exactly as God gave it to me all those years ago.

Sirens buzzed in my ears and lights flashed everywhere, I knew in that moment I was done and it was time to go Home. I heard the heart monitor stop beeping and become a constant buzz and then, nothing… total silence and the world went white. I opened my eyes and realized nothing hurt anymore, everything around me looked so peaceful. I saw a little boy standing about 50 feet away and he waved for me to come closer. As I got closer the boy said “Hi mommy, are you feeling better?” I guess I looked confused because he chuckled and said “Mommy it’s me, it’s scoot.” Tears streamed down my cheeks as I laid eyes on my sweet boy for the first time.

“I have to show you something” he said eagerly taking me by the hand. He walked a few feet away and smiled really big, like any mischievous 5 year old would, he started to rub his hands together really fast and they started to glow, as they got brighter he brought his hand back and through the glowing ball into the ground below us. A small hole opened just big enough to see through, a few seconds later the ball reappeared with a picture on it. A young couple found out they were expecting. Scoot smiled really big and I could see how proud he was even though I didn’t quite understand. He skipped a few feet away and started to rub his hands together again, he threw the ball into the ground and when it came back the picture was different, a teenager had survived a horrible car accident. He skipped around creating these glowing balls and throwing them down, each time a different picture came back, a student receiving an A on a test, a man learning he was in remission, each blessing a little different.

Finally he came back to me and said “They are blessings mommy, it’s my job. I didn’t have a job on earth with you. My job was always meant to be here in heaven, sending people blessings because only people who haven’t sinned can send blessings, So it’s up to us.” At that moment I noticed dozens of other little boys and girls rubbing their hands together and sending blessings.

He takes me by the hand and says “I love you mommy but your job isn’t done yet. You have to go back.” He started to rub his hands together… “no! I don’t want to go back! I want to stay with you.” I begged him, but it was too late… the lights were flashing and the Sirens were buzzing…”

And at that moment I woke up… that is the answer I was given a few months after a miscarriage with my sweet Scoot 9 years ago. I had prayed hard that night begging God for an answer, for healing, for SOMETHING to make it stop hurting. That is the answer God gave me… why was my baby taken away.??? Because his job was SO much more than I could have ever dreamed.. maybe it’s a crazy answer but it’s the answer that I was given. I was dealing with postpartum that flat out knocked me on my back, I was physically sick but my emotional state was Soo much worse. I hope that in sharing this story I will help someone find comfort. A sense of peace that their angel(s) are so much more than we can dream. They have a bigger purpose. To this day when blessings fall on those around me, I can’t help but smile thinking about the tiny hands that are rolling up those blessings and tossing them down.