Ode To the Blessed Rebekah

On Mother's Day. That Sabbath Day, I put flame to eight candles and knelt down to pray. I humble myself with fasting to intensify my communication with God who is our all and all. During that spiritual and very significant time of the morning, I gave our powerful Heavenly Father a call. So much of the misery of life is in me and I have the weight of my daughter's physical and mental health tormenting my mind. On that golden day, I was filled with the confidence that God will put someone in our path at the right time. God is the lamp in my darkness. God is my consoler during my torment and the booster of calmness. Previously we were in a meltdown dealing with many healthcare providers with high costs and impassive procedures. They were unimpressive, obtuse, and unrefined sloths to work at their own leisure. It was in God's measurement of existence and his most magnificent grace that he sent a radiant helianthus. It was a transcendental rush. She entered our home with a wide smile and a sanguine temperament. She had a stalwart faith in getting things started right away with plans and proficient decisions that she wanted to implement. Her objective was to provide my daughter with the best comprehensive and viable care plan. She restored our faith and we became a fan. She was full of wisdom, yet she was a proponent of sensibility. She was polished by the grace of God with compassion and empathy. Like the nature of a helianthus, she would never fold because God is her sun and shield. In her mien, it is greatly revealed. When her task is done and it is time for her to say goodbye. We will miss her, but we will give her a brave smile and sigh. I will thank our Heavenly Father as I looked to the sky. If someone would ask, how was she as a provider, we are truly in need, so please tell us. I will simply say, she is not a weed, but a blessed and beautiful helianthus.