An unexpected miracle...

It has been unseasonably cold in San Diego. It was a little unexpected and it took us off guard for what was to come.  My oldest daughter's hamster basically got so cold that Sunday morning when her little sister went to check on her she said "Chile is cold and stiff and not waking up!"  I was standing at the kitchen sink and my heart sank. She was a horrible sight.  I took her in my hands and shielded her from view by holding her to my body. Sweet Chile.  We all held a special place in our heart for her.  You can imagine the morning we had with tears and discussions that it was no ones fault, it was simply her time to go.  My husband and I sat crossed legged with our daughters in a circle of support and discussion.  We put Chile in a fuzzy sock per Madeline's request and I placed her on top of the fridge so she was out of the way and the girls couldn't see her.  Later that afternoon my daughter wanted to hold Chile and we held her and rocked on the swing in our backyard.  She said, and it still breaks my heart, "Chile was everything to me she was my best friend. Why does God hate me?!"  I replied God doesn't hate you, he doesn't have anything to do with this. I was holding Chile at this point and as I uttered those words, Chile moved....a quick movement like she was taking a breathe.  Then she did it again.  I was thinking maybe this is rigor mortises but I was feeling confused and a little "freaked." I took her to my husband and told him what happened and he started moving her around to see if she would respond and she did-her whiskers twitched and she responded to his touch, sometimes.  He then researched online that hamsters can go into a state of hibernation if they get too cold and it takes them at least a day to come out of it.  It was a long day of waiting and wondering.  You should have seen the two of us huddled together over that hamster like she was the only thing that mattered in the world.  At that time, she was all that we cared about. My husband held Chile on his belly in the sun and he was like a gentle giant embracing this little creature, nursing her back to health -I called him the hamster whisperer.  The girls eventually got in on the process and we all just held her and fed her water through a dropper and watched her slowly come back to life.  Steve said something along the lines of " this is symbolic of how it is never too late for second chances."  Our little resurrected hamster gave us all a big lesson and I believe once again it is God's graceful and unique way of telling us that he does have something to do with...EVERYTHING!