My
grandmother will be known for her legacy of preserving cherished
family memories through narratives, letters and scrapbooks.
Undoubtedly, I inherited this passion and that is why I am
recording the events of a unique miracle that happened almost 70
years ago.
When Helen
Voss was 13 years old, her little sister, Wanda, age 3, became
very ill. Her parents took her to the doctor and he discovered
she had diabetes but did not tell her parents. Knowledge of
diabetes in 1938 provided few treatments and little Wanda was
sent home to rest. Her blood sugar was very low and she became
more lethargic and disoriented. My great grandmother, Carolina
Rodgers, laid Wanda on the couch with a small feather pillow
beneath her head. Later that night, she passed away.
The tragedy
deeply wounded the family, especially Helen who often cared for
her younger siblings in a motherly role. About 6 months after
Wanda’s death, Carolina decided to replace the ticking or cloth
pillowcase that held the down feathers where Wanda laid her
head. When Carolina opened the pillow case, she was shocked to
find a beautiful treasure inside. A small crown of feathers
about 4 ½ inches in diameter and 3 ½ inches tall laid perfectly
intact. The intricate weaving of feathers one on top of the
other symmetrically in one direction simply could not happen by
chance. It’s difficult to imagine how a human could create such
a piece outside of the wear and tear of pillow use. It was a
miracle from God.
Carolina
remembered a story passed down from a previous generation that told
a crown of feathers would be formed by angels when a loved one died
on a feather pillow and God took him/her to heaven. I can’t imagine
the joy and comfort this small crown awarded a grieving mother.
It’s only an example of God’s infinite mercy and love for His
hurting children. Helen and the other children were elated! They
knew God was caring for their little sister.
For many years,
the crown of feathers was stored in an old cedar chest until one day
my great Aunt Edna Rodgers-McCumber carefully preserved it in a
display case. Amazingly, the feathers have not yellowed or grayed
and the intricate crown still maintains its shape. Experiencing a
miracle first hand is a memory that lasts a lifetime. I want to
ensure that it lasts for generations to come. Some people believe
God doesn’t do miracles anymore. But is it only because we believe
little that we receive little? Let this story be a reminder that
God is still in the miracle making business.
Rest assured
that Helen beheld a masterful crown of earthly feathers that day.
But more importantly, her heavenly Father is crafting a far more
beautiful crown of gold, silver and rubies that she will inherit one
day in the company of her little sister. That’s a crown I can’t
wait to see!
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