Yesterday, my heart missed Mom more than usual. There is something about this time of year that brings a flood of memories and some moments of loneliness. As I made my rounds through the hospitals and care facilities, my final visit of the day took me to an unexpected destination—the place where Mom and Dad lived before her journey to heaven. The day had thrown quite a few obstacles in my way to keep me from making this last visit, but something inside me was determined.
As I stepped into the room, I caught my breath. I was standing in the same building and the exact room where Mom had spent her final days in hospice care. I hadn’t been here since we said our last goodbye, and what greeted me in that room was a miracle. The woman looked at me, her eyes twinkling with that same warmth that used to tug at my heart. For an instant, it felt like I had just walked into the room to visit Mom. The woman’s face wasn’t the only thing that reminded me of her. She was a music teacher, and her love for Jesus radiated throughout the room – the same kind of love that had been integral to Mom’s faith. We talked, and I felt a 
calming warmth and comfort.
When it was time to leave, I hugged the woman and her husband goodbye. My heart was full, and I knew this visit was more than a coincidence. It was a “God-wink,” a reminder that even though I missed Mom, her presence was strong and could surprise me at the end of a busy day. The encounter was a gift from God. He orchestrates these beautiful moments, reminding us we’re never alone.
When I left the facility, my heart felt lighter. Although I still missed Mom, peace and gratitude filled my soul. In that room, God reminded me that He will always find unexpected ways to embrace our hearts when we need them most.