It was March 16th, 2005, a Wednesday
evening, when the phone rang and my German friend who had been G-d’s angel
in my mother’s and my life was on the other end of the line.
“Your mother is back in the hospital,” she said.
From the grave tone of her voice I knew that my mother’s condition was
serious and I better be getting on the earliest plane available.
I had been dreading this moment for years, now
it had arrived, one month before mother’s 87th birthday. I often prayed
the Father to make provision for this moment as I had neither funds for
the plane ticket nor for a decent, and rather costly, funeral.
“I will come with the first plane I can get,”
I told my friend, and immediately called my travel agent at her home. She
agreed, without hesitation, to meet me at once in her office. It was 10:00
p.m. when she started her computer to get a place for me on the earliest
flight available.
She found exactly 1 seat left on the next day’s
afternoon flight.
I was just getting out of the shower the next
day when my friend called again: “So sorry, Annelore, but your mother died
early this morning. She did not regain consciousness, so even if you had
gotten here in time she would not have known it.”
For years I had reminded the Lord of my request
to grant me that I may hold my mother in my arms at the time of her departure
from this life, so that she may pass from my arms into the Lord’s. I could
not understand why He did not grant me this desire of my heart.
The day before my friend’s phone call I had felt
prompted to take the bus to the Post Office (our car was without transmission)
where I have my P.O. Box. My friend Elisheva in the Netherlands had written
me that her small prayer group had collected some Euros for me. Perhaps
they had arrived. They had – 70 Euros.
It was G-d’s provision to get me from the airport
to my friend’s house in Germany, and whatever I would need once there.
I called a taxi to take me to the train station.
The train would take me from Beer-Sheva into the new airport; however,
I needed to change train in Tel Aviv. Finding no sign to direct me to that
train I went to look for information. Immediately I met two ladies (also
come from Beer-Sheva) looking for the same train. They were accompanied
by the station master without whom we might have gotten on the wrong train.
Within minutes we safely arrived in the airport.
Comforted
I was sitting in a cafe after having checked in
and passed all security checks, when out of a sudden I had the sensation
of being watched from above. Then, in a flash, I 
seemed
to see my mother looking down on me, smiling brightly, and saying, “Thank
you, my daughter, for having kept on telling me about Yeshua.”
She looked beautiful, radiant, as in her best
years, no longer like the pitiful shriveld-up little old woman she had
become.
In my mind I answered her, “Yes, Mom, now you
are with Him in Paradise. At last you are free from the prison of your
ailing body, waiting for the resurrection. How happy you must be! And by
the grace of G-d we shall see each other again.”
Another figure seemed to appear at her side and
I knew it was my mother’s mother. Both radiant, both smiling at me, both
happy and knowing what the purpose of my travel was. I felt greatly comforted.
