While I was in ICU and rehab following my April 22, 2011 stroke, visitors, calls, cards, flowers, plants and a variety of other thoughtful “happies” arrived. All came with wishes for healing and with assurances that I was in the givers’ thoughts and prayers. Life-affirming and encouraging, they supported my early feeling that I was surrounded by prayer.
Whether hugs, cards, or flowers, they all came clothed in colors. To me they were tangible, colorful prayers.
There were soft spring colors carrying connotations life and renewal.
Then there were bold colors of exuberant hope.
Colors of comfort and concern.
Lively, colorful blasts of good wishes
I am so thankful for the prayers and positive thoughts that were offered on my behalf and that continue. They have made all the difference in my ability to trust God with my future and my recovery journey.