Feather out of thin air

Some years back I was far away from home and was homesick. I had just received news that a family member had been diagnosed with cancer. I was alone with my fears and there was no one to tell me it would be all right. I was writing my diary, feeling depressed. I sat inside in a room with windows and the door closed. I sighed, looked out of the window and in my mind hoped for a sign that things would go well, that it would not yet be time for a funeral but that instead there would be healing.

After a while I decided it was time to finish my writing and looked down on the open diary. I could not believe my eyes. There was a perfect, small fluffy white feather right there on the open page. There is no way to explain where it came from. No one else was in the room, it could not have come in from a window or through the door.

To me white feathers have always been a good sign and so was this one too. My family member healed completely from cancer and is well even today.

Some say angels have no wings but I tend to believe they just might... White and soft and beautiful, just like the little feather.

Leena