Chapter One

The Past

"Nathan. Nathan please get up…." Those are the last words I ever remember saying to him. Just moments before we were walking around the park together. Nathan is, well was, my Fiance', we were to be married the next day. That never happened. He collapsed on the sidewalk, and the horrors had just began. He started convulsing, reaching for something to hold on. All I could do was sob. I couldn't call for help, or say I loved him. By the time the paramedics had gotten there, I knew he had gone home. Home to our Heavenly Father.

Every day I go to his grave to say I love him. I pray into my hands, already sobbing, "Why, God, why did you have to take him from me?" I know God has a plan for everything. And everyone has their time, but I still have trouble accepting it. We had made plans to become missionaries, go all over the world together, doing what we were called to do. We had prayed for years about what we were going to do. I was being called to be an aide for the special needs, and him a physical therapist.

~~~~3 years after his death~~~~

"Miss Hollows?" One of my students, Colby, a 5th grade little boy with both of his legs amputated. I remember Nathan and him talking all of the time. They got along so well.

"Yes, Colby?"

" Will you sing to us some more?"

"Any suggestions?" I asked, gathering everyone together, knowing no one would want to miss this.

" W-will y-you s-s-sing Jesus Loves Me?" Abbey, the 12 year old autistic girl who I had been with since I had gotten this job. She has speech ad well and motor problems.

"I sure will Abbey. Everyone ready?" I took a breath and began softly, waiting on them to join in. Soon my whole class was singing with me. I was already tearing up, watching my beautiful class praise like no other class I'd ever been with. They had so many problems, but they all loved to praise, and help, and be happy. They were miracles. Then I heard it, the 6 year old who was supposedly mute, was singing. I could hear her tiny voice whispering, "Jesus loves me this I know" Then she stopped, and coughed, her frail voice already starting to give. I got up and picked her up, pulling her into my chest and crying out the words for her. My class were all looking at me, smiling and singing. I dropped to my knees and sobbed in the middle of my group. The older kids put their hands on my back and the little kids crowded close as I let Gods love once again flood my body. When it got to where I couldn't even sing anymore, my class took up for me, singing louder and prouder than I'd ever heard them. All I could do was cry.