asked, “ Okay, w hy do you think Jesus wanted you to see me? You do not know me. ”
With this, she looked curiously at the parents but Carol , protruding the aura of someone much older , was quick to answer.
“Oh, no ma’am, but Jesus knows you though and He wanted me to come tell you that He still loves you very much and He would like for you to love Him back, like when you were little .”
Camille swallowed hard. The child really did have problems. Addressing the parents, she asked them,
“How long has she been having these, uh…hallucinations?”
The father spoke up.
“Miss Magill , let me apologize, th is appointment was not made because Carol needed help, but because you do.” He held his hand up to silence her protest. “I know that this is weird for you, but Carol has these things…she sees things , so when she looked for your name in the phone book and told us she needed to tell you something, we listened. It is true, she has a gift and if you will, please let Carol tell you what she came for, please.”
Honey looked at the girl , unenthusiastically nodding her head, “Okay, Carol, I will listen to you.” She was thinking that this child needed more therapy than the parents knew. A frown deepened in her forehead as the little girl spoke in a quiet but potent tone.
“You have a nightmare. You hate it and it’s always the same. It happens because you forgot about loving Jesus. He said you used to believe in Him a long time ago when you and your sister were little like me , before she went to live at His house and before th ose mean nightmares started. He said that you r angel still watches over you. You remember him , don’t you? ” Exasperated at Honey’s seeming lack of interest, s he sighed deeply and looking wearily at her father . “ That’s all now Poppa, I’m through. I want to go home now. ”
“Sure kitten, come on, let’s you and I bring the car around for M omma.”
He looked at his wife and nodded his head to Honey .
“Miss Magill .”
Honey did not move from where she sat , as he took his daughter ’ s hand and left the room but turned to Carol ’s m other asking in a puzzled voice.
“How could she know?”
Carol’s mother looked at her with sympathy .
“You didn’t read the file we had sent over from the hospital did you? No, you could not have or else you would know that Carol is very sick. There is no cure. It started three years ago and… I mean the seeing of things , she has never been wrong, not even once. It really is an amazing thing that she won’t live a long life but she wants to help other people. ” Sadness filled her eyes. “ W hat’s so funny is that she is the one who comforts me and her poppa. ” She got up. “ Please take what Carol said to you very seriously. I would.”
Honey still sat, not moving , as Carol’s mother said good-bye and let herself out. She barely noticed for she was wildly trying to figure out how this little girl could possibly come in there and know about her sister or the nightmares . No one knew . No one knew, because she had never told anyone , n o one at all.
But, th e child knew. How did she know? How could she possibly know ? U nless…unless this thing was real and Jesus really was real and what He said was real . What angel? Carol had said “You remember him, don’t you?” Honey felt a vague memory stirring within her. A n hour later s he left the office, telling Betty to reschedule her appointments for the next day, which was Friday . Her head was spinning and her insides felt twisted at just the mention of her sister Bea. And, the nightmares.
She needed time to sort out what was going on. It was what she did for others on a daily basis . N ow she desperately needed to do it for herself. There had to be a reasonable explanation as to how a complete stranger could just know something that up until now was her own private hell.
Leaving the building, s he got