Divine Intervention 

(Annonymously submitted)

Back in the early 1960’s I was a young mother with four kids at home and a husband who traveled almost constantly as a merchant seaman.  It was always an exciting time when Dennis was coming back from a long trip and the kids could hardly sleep waiting for him to get home. 

One night we were all sitting up together and talking about what we’d do when daddy got home.  There was a knock at the door and I opened it to see my husband, but not my husband.  He didn’t have a line on his face and he was wearing a somber gray pinstriped suit (Denny didn’t own a suit).  He asked if Dennis was home … I thought he must be playing one of his practical jokes.  I said, “No, but he’s due home any minute.  Would you like to come in and wait?”  He looked at the kids, who were gathered behind me and said, “No, I’ll be seeing him soon.”  He turned, stepped off the porch and disappeared.  My heart leapt into my throat and the older kids kept asking me to explain what happened, which of course I couldn’t.

It was less than a week later that Denny and I were in a terrible car accident just a few blocks from our house.  He died instantly and I fell apart.  I started tearing at my hair and screaming in the middle of the road.  I felt a sharp slap across my face and found myself surrounded by a bright light.  A deep voice said, “Think of the children.”  In my heart I knew it was God speaking to me.  My kids had just lost one parent and they didn’t need to lose the other, so I pulled myself together and sat on the curb to wait for the police. 

When the funeral took place a short while later we were shocked to see him in the casket wearing a gray pinstripe suit, which his parents had chosen for him for the funeral.