Monica wandered the alleys, not knowing who or what she would come across. Tears streamed down her pale cheeks. She was now convinced that God had forgotten about her. She knew that He had forgotten about Andrew. Tess would just say that it was part of the Almighty's plan, but what kind of plan puts an angel in surgery?
"A good one," a deep voice behind her said.
Monica jumped and whirled around. Midst the fog and rotting buildings stood Sam. That's when Monica knew she was in trouble. They only sent Sam when something had gone drastically wrong-like trying to change God's plan.
"Sam…I don't…I didn't…" the Irish angel stuttered.
"I know what you would say. I didn't have any idea that trying to do things differently would be like trying to change God's plan. But guess what, Monica, this time you knew very well. Now what are you going to do? Huh? Tell me. Monique and Kathleen are standing at Andrew's bedside right now, telling him that things won't be all right. You know what? That was supposed to be you in there, telling him that everything would all right. I guessed you messed that up, Monica," Sam's strong voice echoed through the dark streets.
"I guess I did," Monica said as if she didn't care.
"Well," Sam continued. "Now what are you going to do? Andrew needs you and so does Tess. Actually, Andrew's human life may rely on you alone more than you think."
"What do you mean? I was thrown out of the hospital, God isn't listening or answering my prayers, and Tess is mad at me…and I suppose if God does know what I'm going through right now than he is mad too."
"That's not true, Monica. First of all, God has been listening and He has been answering you-just not with the answer that you want so you regret to listen. Second of all, at this moment every nurse on the floor is searching for you and so is Tess. They need you in the hospital right now and maybe if you go there, you might just find out why. Third of all, Tess is only upset because she loves you and so does the Father. He never has gotten mad and never will." Sam told the Irish angel.
Monica leaned her back against one of the buildings and let her body slide down onto the alley pavement. Her mind was in a daze. Of course God wouldn't forget about His angels. But then why was it she couldn't she feel Him with her?
"Monica," Sam pressed on. He walked over to her and placed his large hand on her drooped shoulder. "You have a decision to make and the choice is up to you. You can either stay here and be convinced that God forgot about you or you can come back to the hospital with me and work things out," a loving voice told her.
Monica rubbed her eyes but the tears kept streaming out. Her nose was red and her skin cold.
"Tell me something, Sam, why did you come to tell me all this?" Monica asked as she sniffled.
"Because the Father sent me," Sam answered.
"But why not Tess or…"
"Monica," Sam said sternly. "Remember that God has a plan and in this plan He had decided to send me when this happened."
"So me messing up was part of His plan?" Monica asked.
"As far as I can see. I don't know if God had wanted this to happen but as far as I'm concerned, He knew it was going to. But before we go to the hospital, I think you have some business to take care of with the Father."
Monica nodded, grabbed the opened hand in front of her, and Sam pulled her up off of the wet street. Sam embraced her and they both walked into the darkness and then disappeared in a glorious light.