(From Chapter 13, Miracles on 190th Street) One afternoon we were daydreaming about how things could be when the ships began to sail. I said, "Wouldn't it be nice if we
had lots of new shirts for the crew? Maybe they should be white polo shirts so when they go into town or we had visitors aboard, the crew would look sharp. And we need some new thick jersey T-shirts and maybe some
Russell sweats, the brand that's extra heavy cotton; warm, toasty and never seem to wear out." (Russell sweat clothes were a favorite of mine, a special quality I regularly bought at a time long past when cost was
not a concern.)
Of course, no one overheard our conversation, nor did we mention it to anyone else. Yet, a couple of days later, a United Parcel Service van arrived with eighteen
large crates. We helped the driver unload, signed for the boxes and asked what was inside. "I don't know. The paperwork should be in one of the crates," he said and drove away.
We cracked open the top of the first crate. Incredibly, it was stacked full of beautiful white polo shirts of various sizes. We pulled some out of the box and looked them over. They were very
good quality, 100% cotton. We opened another case. It too had beautiful top quality white polo shirts.
Incredulous, we continued to crack open the crates. The next one contained
cotton jersey T-shirts, just as I had described, the thick ones that really last. We couldn't believe our eyes. More and more T-shirts, more and more polo shirts. We opened another crate which was stacked to the top
with Russell sweat shirts. We were in total disbelief! Was there a hidden microphone? Was someone listening to our soft whispering and smallest desires?
Someone was listening.
Someone was taking notes. Someone was collecting and gathering, folding and stacking, boxing and crating. Someone was sending and delivering.
Because there in front of us was our
soft whisper that had become a reality, even to the styles, sizes and brands. This was no coincidence. This was our Father's love love.
