MARY……
So as I come out of the fog of seizure land I remember Mary. I was in the hospital room when a beautiful woman named Mary walks in and asked if I want to take communion. I said I was Catholic and would love too. If you have followed my other stories, you know that I have a Fijian friend Big Mary that has passed on. This Mary, standing in my room looks just like her. I take the Body of Christ, we pray for good heath, pray for our farm, and pray for everything.
If you live in South Kona, you know we are in a drought. Our farm is suffering of thirst, our water tanks are danger low.
I am home, feeling much better, nothing found to cause my seizure, and the day we get home it rains over an inch that filled up our tanks just in time for our holiday guest. Our coffee trees and gardens are dancing with Joy.
So who was this Mary that walked into my room? Sent from the
other side to give a helping hand?
Mahalo anyway.
