Three KnocksThis happened over five years ago, but to me it was only yesterday.
I lay in bed that morning waiting for my husband to come in from his night shift at the local grain mill. As I lie there listening for the front door to open, I suddenly heard what seemed to be a music box playing, "Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus" I jumped from the bed and walked quickly through the house thinking he has brought me a new music box. There was no one there, my husband wasn't home yet. The only other sound was what I thought was the local kids waiting for the school bus.
Knock, knock, knock, like the sound of a basketball hitting the pavement three times.
I lay there as the most overwhelming sense of peace came over me. So much so that I was brought to tears. I had lost my job and my unemployment has run out.
This must be God's way of telling me not to worry.
Later I told my sister of the mornings event. She said she didn't want to worry me, but there is an old wives tale that when you hear three knocks, you are about to lose someone close to you.
Not being a superstitous person, I just blew this off.
Well, I guess I shouldn't have been such a skeptic. Three days later my godmother and best friend of thirty years suffered a massive stroke. She passed away a month later, never regaining consciousness.
To this day I feel I had a visiting angel telling me to trust in God to prepare me for the lose of one of the most important people in my life.
Thank you God and please take good care of her.