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第19章 鸽子的奇迹Abigals Dove2（第1页）

第19章鸽子的奇迹AbigalsDove（2）

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“ItoldthepastorthatIdidaoetothebooniesforme.”

“Nonsense.”

Igriioningsnaddrinksbyhisbed.Behhisgruffexterior，Billwassweetasdy.Hisheartmedihadtobetakeneveryday，andlivingoianysurvivingfamilymembers，heneededasmuchhelpaspossible.“Well，lookwhatyourstubbhtyou.”

hesaid，pointingtothesnow-coveredroadoutsidethewindow.Hisfingersclaspedmyhand.“Stayhere，Karen.Iwantyousafe.”

Ikissedthetopofhisheadbutdecidedtobravetheroads.Itwouldbeworselater，Ireasoned.“I’llbeokay.”

Itoldhim，rememberier’swordsbeforeIleft.ThoughtsofAbigailmadememoredetermihome.Imissedheralready.IgotintomyVolkswagenandgraduallytriedmakingitdoweephill.Rememberingoldinstrusabintheshepasedgear.Thewindiingwavesofblindingwhite.

AsIsquihroughthewindshield，holdih，Isdjerkedthewheel，narrowlymissioodfrozes.TheVolkswagenhittheemba，plummetedoffthesideoftheroad，ahebottomofaravinebelow.Whentherollingmotionfinallystopped，IopenedmyeyesaIhadbeenunsetime.Nighthadarrived—andwithittheforecastedacofsnow.Panig，Itriedopeitwouldtheresistingsnow.Slidihepassenger’sdoor，Irealizedthatthedoorhadbeebyatree.Iturarttheehebattery>

Myhdostocrawloutvaheataeg，Icurleduponthebadwaitedforhelp.Thefrigidairenvelopedme.Shivering，Ichastisedmyselffforacelikethis.Mytoesandfingerswerealreadyyseemedtopass，andasIlistehewindandsnowhittingagainstthecar，Iprayedformyfamily，whowouldbesickwithworrybynow.AbigailwouldprobablybedrawingpiewhenIarrivedhome.Sinceshe’dbeeoholda，she’ddrawhtenthedaysofherlovedoocalmmygrowimysafety，Iyeyesaedohoughts.

Driftingintosleep，IsawAbigail.Abigailinthewarmsunlight，laughiabeautifulwhitedovetome.Thedove’sgraceful，sereheloveshininginmydaughter’seyesfilledmewithpeaightgrewdasIfloatedinandoutofess，IfixedmymindontheimageofAbigailaogether，theykeptmepanythroughoutthenight.Hourslater，asthefirstraysofdaybreakappeared，Iheardtappingonmywioseeanemergeeam，mystifflipstriedtosmileastheyhoistedmeodintoanambulaal，IwastreatedformildfrostbiteandaheadwtoldI’dhavetostayhtforobservation.Anxioustoseemyfamily，Iproppedmyselfuponthebedpilloatiently.Bef，thedooropenedandmymotherburstintotheroom.

“orriedaboutyou!”

shecried，rushiohugme.“Ikrouble!Motherssehesekindsofthiernalinstinctssurfacedassheappraisedthefoodtraynearby.“Yourteaiscold!I’llberightbagtheopportunitytohavemealltailtothebedandburiedherfaeck.Iscoopedhercloser.“I’vemissedyousomuch.”

ImurmuredsasilkystrandofhairfromherfadwhathaveyoubeendoingwhileI’vebeenaway?”

“ot!”

sheexclaimed，jumpingoutrabalargetubeofstrupapernearby.“Idrewthisforyoulastnightwheknowwhereyouwere.

IthoughtyoumighthavebeensdIwaofeelbetter.”

Asifitwereatreasuremap，Iuandoohedaheimages.“Well，that’sourcar.”

Isaid，pointingtotheredsquare.“Andthat’sme.”

Ilaughed，tougmyfioastiwithlonghair.“ButwhatamIholding?”

Abigail’seyesbrightenedasshepushedherfihesmallobjethepaper.“That’sGod’sspirit.”

shesaidexcitedly.“IdrewitasadovelikeIsawinSundayschool.”

Shepressedhersoftlipsagainstmydadded，“Ididn’twantyoutobealone，Mama，andsoIgaveyouthebestfriendIkof.”

“，”

Iexclaimed，regthewhitedovethathadgiveiofnights.“Yourdovewaswithme.”

Takingherhaheheavenlybohersanddaughters.“Andwhatareyoutwolookingat?”

mymotheried，plagasteamingcupofteaoaedtomoveaway，butIgrabbedherhandandbroughtitbetweenAbigail’sawasaremarkablefeeling，thisiieiatthelovethatflowsbetweenus.”

Iwhispered，kissiopofmydaughter’sheadasImetmymother’suaurnioAbigail’spicture，Istudiedthebeautifulbirdthathad，onsuchadismalnight，ydaughter’sheartwithmier，thatextraordiinhterrelationshipbeasthe“miracle”

.ThemiracleofAbigail’sdove.