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The Gifts of Faith - Butterflies and Rainbows (Ch. 11)
“Ho-ly shit!” Faith pulled up a chair next to Sarah at the small kitchen table. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing on the screen.
“Sarah, Julie White is – or was – Nathaniel’s mother! What are the odds that I’d end up buying her family home?” Faith fiddled with the tiny ring on her finger as she turned to face Sarah.
Twisting her golden locks and with eyes wide, Sarah responded. “Faith, I don’t think odds have anything to do with this. You were destined to buy this house. I wonder if Nathaniel has any idea you’re living in his mother’s childhood home.”
“I don’t think so, Sarah. When he came into the shop, I don’t even think he realized I’m Daddy’s daughter, despite the fact that his dad was Daddy’s biggest customer back in the day. But then again, I was so unnerved by his squirming soul I may not have been paying attention to his body language.”
Faith got up from the table and paced the kitchen, deep in thought. It was quite a while before she continued, “He really didn’t seem to recognize me, but then I don’t know why he would. I certainly didn’t recognize him. Not that I should have, really. I didn’t remember seeing him in Mama’s bedroom the day she died. That is, not until I received the flowers he sent a while back.”
The butterflies were starting to kick up in Faith’s belly. She turned to say something to Sarah and stopped in her tracks.
Sarah’s inner rainbow was pulsating and becoming brighter than it ever had been since Hope passed it on to her.
Sarah closed the laptop, sat back in her chair and stared straight ahead. The only sound in the room was Lily purring.
The silence was interrupted by low groans. Faith was so lost in her own thoughts that at first she didn’t hear them. As they became more pronounced, Faith came back from wherever it was her thoughts had taken her. The butterflies were really going to town in her belly by now. She felt she may vomit any moment. Up until now, when the butterflies came alive, they tickled her stomach. Not this time.
Ugh! Concentrate, concentrate. You can beat this. Don’t throw up!
“Ohhhhhh! Ahhhhhh-owwwww! Oh, it hurts…..”
The moaning was coming from Sarah! Her head was tipped back, legs drawn up to the seat of her chair. She clenched her fists opened and closed, opened and closed.
As Faith gave herself the don’t-throw-up-now pep talk, Sarah let out an ear-piercing scream, obviously in tremendous pain.
Just as Faith stepped forward to bring Sarah out of whatever was going on with her, Sarah’s rainbow filled the room. It was the most beautiful, yet frightful thing Faith had ever seen.
She couldn’t move; she just stood by the kitchen sink watching Sarah’s (Hope’s) soul fill the room. Faith’s heart was beating a mile a minute and the butterflies were keeping time.
I’ve got to help her. She’s in so much pain! Come on feet – move!
Faith felt hot tears spilling down her cheeks, and then the butterflies stopped. What happened next would stay with her for the rest of her life.
The rainbow-filled kitchen was brimming with butterflies frantically fluttering about, searching for a way out of the room.
Faith remained helpless.
The bizarre scene had awakened Lily from her nap. She knew something was up. Lily didn't attempt to chase the butterflies; she was fixated on Sarah’s screaming.
Faith was beginning to gain control of herself. As she headed to help her friend, Lily jumped up in Sarah’s lap and the screaming stopped. It simply stopped. The butterflies disappeared. The rainbow left the room, settled itself within Sarah’s being and once again maintained its soft hues.
Sarah sat up in her chair, pushing the sweat-soaked hair from her brow. “Holy cow! What the hell just happened?”
“I’m not sure, sweetie. You tell me. Where did you go?”
“You’re not going to believe this, but – I think I just gave birth!”
The room fell silent. Lily refused to leave Sarah’s lap, all the while “making dough” on her belly, as if reassuring her that everything would be okay.
Finally regaining her strength, Faith eased Sarah up from her spot at the kitchen table and guided her to the comfort of the couch in the adjoining room.
Slowly, Sarah came back to the present. Her breathing eased as she relaxed on the couch.
“Geez, Faith I should have thought twice before agreeing to accept Hope’s soul into my own. Holy Mackerel that was a doozie! Talk about slam-bam-thank-you-ma’am!”
“Tell me what happened, Sarah. Your rainbow filled the room and my belly butterflies escaped, desperately trying to find a way out. You started moaning, then screaming. I wanted to help you but couldn’t move. Thank goodness for Lily. She seems to be the only soul who knew what to do.”
“Faith, are you still wearing Julie’s ring?”
“Yes, I haven’t been able to take it off for some reason.”
“Please do so now. At least for a while.” Sarah got up from the couch and headed for the back door. She desperately needed some fresh air.
Faith waited a few minutes before following her friend. She sensed some time alone was in order. Sarah would have to process what had just happened and needed to do it alone.
Do you believe spirits or souls can communicate with us?
She didn’t see her at first. As she nervously scanned the property, Faith spotted Sarah sitting under the mighty oak on the south end. As she made her way towards her best friend, Faith realized that the mighty oak had a soul of its own. That’s where Sarah first saw Hope. It’s also where Hope asked Sarah to allow her soul to rest within her own. Faith recollected the shared dream she and Sarah had. Mystic wonders seem to culminate under the protection of the huge tree.
“Hey, sweetie. You okay?”
“Yeah, I think so. Boy, this spiritual stuff you have going on really packs a wallop, my friend!”
“I’m sorry, Sarah. Most people never experience what you and I have. You certainly have been brought into the fold with a bang.”
“Ya think? It’s okay. I accepted my assignment. I just wish I’d had a job description before I signed on!”
Faith grinned at Sarah’s comment. Sarah always maintained her sense of humor no matter what was going on. It was one of the reasons Faith loved her so much. She brought lightheartedness to Faith’s serious nature.
“So, what do you make of what just happened? You scared the shit out of me, Sarah.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I felt the pain, but I was watching myself from some other realm at the same time. Weird. I can’t really explain it.”
“Sarah, you screaming out in pain was hard enough to endure. But when the butterflies exploded all over the room - well, let’s just say it kinda freaked me out.”
“Faith, I think Julie’s ring has connected us to her spirit. She’s trying to tell us something. When Hal was here for dinner, he told you Nathaniel’s mother died in childbirth. Later you found that tiny aquamarine ring.”
“And we have since discovered this property once belonged to Julie’s family. The ring is hers. I wonder how old she was when she lost it.” Faith looked beyond the pasture, resting her gaze on the gardens she and Sarah had been tending for the last few weeks.
“Let’s not talk about Julie anymore. I’m exhausted.” Sarah leaned back against the massive trunk while absent-mindedly running her fingers through the soft grass. “And, please – don’t put that ring back on just yet. I can’t take another trip into the past right now.”
The silence was welcoming. So much was happening so fast. Even Faith had a hard time grasping the events of the last few weeks. Her gifts were expanding.
And now Sarah shared them too.
Shauna L Bowling
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