On pp. 56-57, an interesting scene takes place in a hospital room:
While I (Rebecca) slept, my mother came to her grandson's bedside. Responding to God's urging, she held Mitch's hand and began to pray. She thanked God for the gift of Mitchell in all of our lives. She thanked God for His grace and mercy, for His sovereign love, for the many friendships that brought great comfort, and for meeting each and every need during such a time of crisis.
'Thank you, Lord, for your ministering angels...' she prayed. Then she heard it -- the melodic chorus of harps. She looked about the room for the source. The music expanded over Mitchell's bed and soon filled the room. 'Do you hear the music, Mitch?'
He responded, 'Uh-huh.'
'I do, too,' she said, and asked, 'Isn't it beautiful?'
Again he said, 'Uh-huh.'
'Thank You that Your angels are here,' she prayed. Then, as quickly as it began, the music was gone. People soon began to enter the room.It's amazing how fleeting yet powerful God's presence can be. Perhaps that makes it all the more special when He touches us.