The invisible gift

Michele Zirkle Marcum - Guest Columnist

Sparkles in the form of an angel woke me one night. “Be not afraid,” the twinkling light form said, and instantly the pounding of my heart eased. The angel bent toward me, placing an invisible gift into my open palm. I clasped my hands and lay back holding my mysterious present close to my heart. I didn’t know what it was, but coming from a presence so beautiful, it had to be divine.

I was in the process of divorcing the father of my boys and for months, had prayed for peace about my unknown future. This angelic encounter had just given me hope that I would love again.

Two years later I was single and searching for someone to share my life with. After many disappointments, I was about to give up when I discovered the meaning of the divine gift that I’d been given that night by the angel.

As I walked through the hallway of the middle school where I taught, a student stops me. “Ms. Zirkle, you want five dollars?” he says. The boy isn’t a student in my class. He was a new student I’d only seen a few times, but I play along.

“Of course,” I said, opening my hand.

He touched his closed fist to my open palm and immediately released his fingers, his hand, floating up as if he had just performed an awesome trick — exactly like the angel had years before.

“Thanks,” I say, smiling at my empty hand. I step away, heading to class and wondering what the invisible gift is and if it’s the same as the one the angel gave me, when he cries out, “No!” An urgency in his voice makes me stop dead.

“Ms. Zirkle, it’s not nothing — it’s hope!”

“Awww,” I say, squeezing my hand to my heart. “How sweet.”

Just as the angel had all those years ago, this child had given me the invisible gift of hope. Within the month, I had a date with the man who would turn out to be the love of my life and to whom, I’m now happily married.

Hope had been living in my heart. Now, that was worth more than five dollars!

Michele Zirkle Marcum

Guest Columnist

Michele Zirkle Marcum is a native of Meigs County and an author. Her column appears each Tuesday.

Michele Zirkle Marcum is a native of Meigs County and an author. Her column appears each Tuesday.