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.


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