Legacy Lane by Robin Lee Hatcher

Author:Robin Lee Hatcher
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BookBaby

CHAPTER 7

THERE WAS SOMETHING UNNERVING ABOUT seeing her mother in a hospital bed.

Watching as a nurse checked the IV in Francine’s arm, Angie realized she couldn’t recall a time in her life when her mother had been sick, beyond the occasional cold. Francine Hunter had always enjoyed a robust good health, but now she looked vulnerable, even frail.

“Knock, knock.” John Gunn poked his head into the room. “Are you receiving visitors this morning?”

Francine’s smile revealed genuine gladness. “Oh, Pastor John. Do come in. I didn’t expect to see you today. You didn’t have to drive all the way down here.”

“I know, but I wanted to. I thought you might like prayer before they take you to surgery” He glanced toward the chair in the corner where Angie sat. “Good to see you again.”

Angie nodded as she rose to her feet. “And you.” She was grateful he hadn’t mentioned her absence from church yesterday she’d already felt her mother’s disappointment over it.

John walked to the side of the hospital bed. He patted the back of Francine’s right hand, where it lay atop the thin white blanket. “Are you feeling anxious, my friend?”

“A little.”

“Remember what the Scriptures tell us, Francine. Jesus healed the sick and fulfilled the word of the Lord through Isaiah, who said, ‘He took our sicknesses and removed our diseases.’”

Angie’s mother visibly relaxed.

“Let’s pray, shall we?” John looked at Angie again. “Care to join us?”

Even as she was about to shake her head in refusal, Angie stepped toward the opposite side of the hospital bed. She did her best not to look surprised by her own actions as she took hold of her mother’s left hand.

The pastor’s voice was gentle as he prayed, and yet there was something powerful—and mysterious—in the words he spoke. Angie felt them wash over, through, and around her. They shook her in an odd yet comforting way.

“Amen,” John said at last, and Angie’s mother echoed with a softer, “Amen.”

Before Angie could form the word, a nurse announced from the doorway, “We’re ready for you now, Mrs. Hunter.”

Angie opened her eyes and met her mother’s gaze. “I’ll be right here when you get back.” She bent down and kissed her on the forehead. “I…I love you, Mom.”

“I love you, too, dear. Don’t worry about a thing.” Her expression was serene. “The Lord holds me in the palm of his hand.”

Angie stepped backward, out of the way of the orderlies. A minute or so later, she felt a lump forming in her throat as her mother was wheeled from the room. She wished she’d said she loved her one more time.

“If you’ll come with me,” the nurse said, glancing between Angie and the pastor, “I’ll show you where the waiting room is.”

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