Marty & Mindy

Whispers from God

Written By: Mindy - Apr• 06•12

On March 30th, 2009 I was working out at the gym.  I heard my cell phone ring but continued working out.  The call went to my voicemail but as I continued working out I felt like I should see who called.  When I checked it out I heard Mom Berry’s voice – she was crying saying she needed us to come quick and help her – that Pop (Marty’s Dad) was in the hospital and she didn’t know if he would make it.

I raced back to our home and shared the sad news with Marty. We immediately called the airlines and were told that the planes were full and we couldn’t get a flight out for a few days due to spring break. We didn’t give up and drove directly to the airport in hopes of finding a flight.

Whisper…God whispered His love to us at the busy ticket counter as we were handed boarding passes for the following day – on the isle. God’s whisper of love in providing us seats was sealed with a kiss by putting us on the exit row isle.

We flew out the next day at 1:00.  But the plane had some engine trouble so we sat on the runway for 2 hours while they were fixing it.

Whisper…God whispered His love by providing mechanics to fix a problem with the engine.  I was able to use that time to rent a car for when we arrived in LA – something that I did not have time to do. I believe what might have looked like an inconvenience was truly a whisper from God to protect us.

We got to Mom’s house around 2am.  We fell into bed exhausted but not nearly as exhausted as Mom. The next morning we went to the hospital and found Pop unconscious on life support.

Whisper…Marty and I had such an overwhelming sense of knowing God had gone before us in making a way for us to be here at just this time.

After talking with his doctors they shared that Pop was on life support and we needed to make a decision about taking him off life support. At 6:30pm Marty called all the family together and we circled Pops bed, held hands, prayed and thanked God for the years we had with Pop, and the 68 years of marriage he shared with Mom. They then took him off life support and he passed on into eternity.

Whisper…As Mom laid her head on Pop – deeply lost in sorrow, God whispered His love and comfort to Mom through her own sons touch and tender words.  God also whispered His love in allowing Pop to die quickly and not linger sick for months.

Pop’s nephew (whom Pop so loved to be with) Craig and his wife Sonja flew out from Missouri for 10 days to be with Mom.  His dear sweet sister Elizabeth also flew in from Iowa. We have always wanted to spend more time with the Berry family and now through Pops death it happened.

Whisper…In the midst of death, God whispered His love in bringing the family together to share in life and death.

On Good Friday we went to church, the Crystal Cathedral, and the guest speaker was Juan Carlos Ortiz.  We knew Juan from having him speak in our schools in Oregon.

Whisper…of all the ministers who could have spoken, God whispered His love to us through Juan.  After the service we spent time with him and were able to catch up.

We were headed to the LAX airport in the car pool lane (going along with traffic at about 75mph).  All of the sudden the cars in front of us slammed on their brakes and were burning rubber to try and stop.  We narrowly made it through when we looked behind us and saw the cars crashing.

Whisper…tearfully I started praying for those who crashed behind us.  All I could do was thank God for His protection and enormous whisper of love as we drove safely on to the airport.

As we boarded the plane we knew that our seats were the middle and window, all they had left.  Just before the plane took off we noticed 2 empty seats behind us on the exit isle row – we looked at each other and made our way over to the seats.  The plane took off and we grabbed each other’s hand and thanked God for the seats.  I know it seems small but we were so exhausted and we were so grateful to have leg room and space.

Whisper…Thank you God for the seats.  We don’t understand it – but we are so grateful for Your whisper of love.

On our last leg of the flight from Honolulu to Kona, I sat next to a girlfriend whom I knew 31 years ago. As we shared about our lives she shared how difficult her life is. I was able to love her and share with her the whispers of God in my life.

Whisper…Thank you God for Your whispers in my life – not only for me but to encourage others.

We landed in Kona where there was a storm on the island and it was cooler than normal.  Marty was so grateful.

Whisper…Thank you God for the wonderful flight and cool weather. Your whisper of love is evident to us even in the cool weather for Marty.

I don’t suppose to have all the answers to life. But I do know that my loving God whispers to me every day. Sometimes it’s clearer than others, and sometimes it may seem just a natural course of events. But I choose to see God working in and through my life in expressions of love and whispers from above…and for that I am grateful.



Written By: Mindy - Apr• 06•12


Recently Marty and I were walking hand in hand on Balboa Island, CA. As we passed by a group of photographers they asked if they could take our picture. We smiled and said yes.

We talked story and laughed with them. One began to share her dreams with us. And before you knew it – we were holding hands & praying together.  It was divine.

As we parted ways we all agreed we would have dinner together in heaven. A week later they sent us their pictures. I didn’t know they took a picture of our hands – but it was my favorite picture. I had just written about hands. A wonderful God-cidence!

Marty & Mindy

These hands of mine…

I had just swam my morning mile in the Kona waters.  I hopped on my moped to head for home and looked down at my hands and noticed the brown sunspots.  I smiled as I thought how much these hands have loved the outdoors. These hands, though seasoned with spots and wrinkles, have been the tools I have used to reach out and grab and embrace life.  How well my hands have served me well throughout my years.

Hands Baby
My hands have put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child, my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and plucked my guitar. They have painted the sunset and formed clay masterpieces (at least in my eyes).

They have been dirty, scraped and raw and swollen.  They have toiled in the earth, and travelled the globe. They have held lonely Grannies in Cambodia and cuddled little babies in Morocco.  They enjoy swimming in the ocean with the whales and tightly gripping the golf club with my father.

My hand displays my wedding band that shows the world that I am married and loved by someone special and wonderful. They have been held and tenderly caressed on long walks.

They have written many letters and cards to those I cherish.  They have also trembled as I held my dying mother and brother.  They joyfully embraced my husband upon news of being pregnant and then wiped away our tears when our baby went to heaven.

They have held my nieces and nephews and clapped exuberantly in their greatness, and thrown kisses and hugs around their necks. These hands have comforted friends when they lost their children, and hung in despair when I didn’t understand. They have been lifted towards heaven in surrender and worship.

They have covered my face, combed my hair, worked hard and hugged many. These hands are the mark of where I’ve been and my journey of life. These hands hold me up, lay me down, and daily continue to fold in prayer.

But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of God.

Hands of praise