The television was on across the room. I hadn't been watching it, but I glanced up during my rant, and, I'm not sure if it was a commercial, or a show, but there was a while feather floating slowly across the screen. I didn't give it any thought, but the image registered in my brain.

Cried out for the evening, I dragged myself to bed and tried to sleep. I tossed and turned. Still sad. Still angry. The next morning, I woke up feeling the same way, and stomped around getting ready for work. In a huff, filled with negativity, I stomped out to my car, looked down, and... stuck there in the driver's side door was a big, fluffy, white feather. Everything stopped. A rush of warmth washed over me. I noticed the bright, sunny morning. I smiled; and through tears, felt that God had answered my angry prayer. This was my sign. My mom was still with me. She would always be with me, and so would God.

Many, many times over the years, white feathers pop up in my path when I need a hug. My kids know this story, and at various times, each one of them has come running to me, waving a white feather saying, "she's here"!

I believe that all of us have the power to experience this kind of comfort and love. Don't be afraid to ask for help. Don't be afraid to keep an open mind and look for signs. Cling to your faith during hard times---don't let doubt and fear turn you away. Faith is what can help to fill that hole in your heart.