Chapter 12: Faith of A Child
AUTHORS NOTES:
The faith of a child will put even the strongest believer in something to shame. In a childs eyes, fairies are behind every tree, that one teacher that no one likes is a best friend, a princess lives in the house next door and the little boy that is excluded at recess is a superhero and doesn't want anyone to know, because he's different.
Children are more apt to see angels and the good in others than adults because, to them, believing is seeing, but to an adult, we have in backwards; seeing is believing.
After working with children for so long, they have made me question if I faith like I should. It is my hope that with this chapter, as short as it is, you will see the faith of a child at work.
She flew up to heaven on the wings of angels, By the clouds and stars and passed where no one sees, And she walks with Jesus and her loved ones waitin 'And I know she's smilin' sayin', "Don't worry 'bout me" ***
Meanwhile, in the rooms of the patients, a more transcendent setting was taking place.
Trent, Chris, Vin and Nikole sat outside, by a lake, watching as the sun set. All lost in their own thoughts, but all knowing what was going to happen when the sun fully set, leaving them in darkness. Not only physically, but spiritually, as well.
"It's almost time," Nikole said, watching as the setting sun painted the evening sky in pinks, oranges and purples.
"What about the child?" Trent said, "Surely you will hold on for it's sake."
"I can't, Trent. I've tried, but the longer I fight, the weaker I get."
Chris looked at the lake and sighed, "It's been a good ride, Kole. You rode well and helped thousands," he picked up the bottle of root beer beside him, "Until we meet again."
Vin picked his up, "May the rode rise to meet you, may the sun shine on your face, may the wind be at your back and may you be half an hour in heaven, before the devil knows your dead."
Bottles tapped as the sun made its descent behind the trees and disappeared from sight.
Trent looked at his 'sister', "It's not your time," he whispered, as the sky other two men looked at each other, "It's time, then."
Luke raced into the room, followed by the other doctors, "She's crashing!"
Josiah stood in the garden outside, watching the sunset, "God, I have asked for the faith of a child, because they don't ask questions and they believe without having to see. All I ask is for You to give me child- like faith."
"Do you know what it is to have the faith of a child, Josiah?" a Voice asked. "A child believes the impossible to happen. Why do you think more children see angels than adults?"
Josiah watched as Mary led Billy outside, and sat beside him, "Billy, do you understand what's going on, right now?"
The young boy looked at his mother, "Daddy, Uncle Vin and Uncle Trent are fighting for Aunt Kolie."
Mary looked at her son, "What do you mean, honey?"
Billy cocked his head, "It's like the fairytales, only real. They're the knights of the story and they have to save the princess from the bad man. She wants to give up because she can't see the way out. They can and they want to help her."
He looked at Mary, "The doctors are helping them, too. Did you see the angel that came into the room?"
Mary sat, quietly listening to Billy's conception of what was taking place, "No, sweetie, I didn't. What did it look like?"
"He was tall, and had hair like daddy does, and blue eyes. He carried a big sword with a gold handle and stood outside Aunt Kolie's room and said that only good people could come in."
Cassandra walked into her niece's room, as Luke turned off the alarm, and looked down at Nikole. "Time?"
Cassandra looked at her watch, "15:32," she whispered, as a tear slowly slid down her face.
Everyone was in the living room when the two physicians entered, "I'm sorry," Luke said quietly, "Nikole died."
Billy looked at his mother and saw that she was crying, "Don't cry, Mama. Everything will be okay; you'll see. Aunt Kolie and the baby will be just fine."
Josiah looked up at the mantle and the cross figurine that sat there, "A child believes the impossible to happen." he sighed as those words echoed in his mind. "The faith of a child."
Luke sat by his niece, 5 minuets later. He'd come to say good bye, though, even that sounded wrong. Nikole had been medically dead for 7 minuets, and he had been unable to save her. Which was why when he felt the slightest movement under his hand, he'd been afraid to hope. Then when he saw her blue eyes look at him, he'd been afraid to blink, scared that it was just his imagination; until he saw her trademark grin and saw the monitors working as though nothing had gone wrong.
The three male patients lay quietly in their own thoughts, in a room down the hall.
Each having just been told by their physician what had become of their sister and trying to process the news.
Billy sat on the bed next to Chris, waiting to be acknowledged, while Mary held her husbands hand, silently grieving for him,
Katie sat on the bed next to her son, watching the various emotions play across his face, and prayed for him and the others.
Nettie held Vin as he cried softly in her arms, tears cascading down her face, as she gave what little comfort she could to the hurting man.
The remaining members of Alpha 7 stood in various areas around the living room, not having known the fallen member of the group as well as the others, but feeling the loss of the innocent just as much.
Luke came running into the doctors lounge, "Cassie, I need your help, now!"
Cassie followed her husband out into Morgan's room and stood speechless; the monitors were saying that both the young agent and the unborn child were fine.
"But how,-" Cassie stopped herself, knowing better than to look for a logical reason behind the fact that Agent Nikole Morgan had been resurrected after being medically dead for 7½ minuets. She'd seen enough in her 26 year career as a doctor, that couldn't be explained, to even think of questioning it now.
The four doctors met the family members in the room of the three men, "We have some good news. Agent Morgan and her child are perfectly fine, other than the obvious reason she was brought in. The fever is almost completely gone and it looks like she is going to make a complete recovery."
Billy looked at the others, with a smile, "I told you that everything was going to be okay."
"The faith of a child."
Annette Morgan wiped a tear away, as she knelt in front of the young boy, "Yes you did, Billy. And I want to thank you for that and helping me to see that no matter what happened, my granddaughter would be okay."
*** Sissy's Song by Alan Jackson***
