08-14-2018, 06:31 PM
A touch on his shoulder and Jensen lowered the article he'd been reading. An elderly woman stood stooped in the aisle. The cabin was dark, and most passengers were asleep but for the occasional pool of light indicating someone watched a movie or kept themselves busy with reading.
Small, kind eyes peered through the folds of skin fallen around her face. Lines etched deep in the weathering of her skin. But it was the achingly low way she stood, as though her back was too round to stand straight, that Jensen found most striking about her appearance.
A shaky voice spoke softly so as not to disturb anyone. "Mister James, could you bless me like you did on tv?"
Surprised, Jensen wondered how long she waited before coming to talk to him. At what point did she recognize him?
He nodded, "of course, ma'am." She was so low, he was able to cup her cheeks in his palms without even standing. Then, right there in the airplane, the flows of the gift, this powerful blessing, sank into her body. A startled gasp escaped when the warmth wrapped her. It was the wonder that brightened her eyes that followed that gave Jensen the knowledge that she would be restored.
Silent tears wet her eyes as she peered around the plane with new vision. Glaucoma was beginning to set in, enough that Jensen assumed she had the corrective surgery already scheduled. She knuckled the small of her back, pushed her arms overhead and stretched straight for the first time in decades. Vitality seemed to be restored. While healing couldn't stop death, at least Jensen knew she would live out the remaining years in comfort.
She leaned and planted a warm kiss on his cheeks, tears smudging upon his face as she did so. "A miracle. Thank you thank you." She returned to her seat without a single stumble along the way.
Jensen looked around, but nobody seemed aware of what happened. He smiled thoughtfully and resumed reading.
Small, kind eyes peered through the folds of skin fallen around her face. Lines etched deep in the weathering of her skin. But it was the achingly low way she stood, as though her back was too round to stand straight, that Jensen found most striking about her appearance.
A shaky voice spoke softly so as not to disturb anyone. "Mister James, could you bless me like you did on tv?"
Surprised, Jensen wondered how long she waited before coming to talk to him. At what point did she recognize him?
He nodded, "of course, ma'am." She was so low, he was able to cup her cheeks in his palms without even standing. Then, right there in the airplane, the flows of the gift, this powerful blessing, sank into her body. A startled gasp escaped when the warmth wrapped her. It was the wonder that brightened her eyes that followed that gave Jensen the knowledge that she would be restored.
Silent tears wet her eyes as she peered around the plane with new vision. Glaucoma was beginning to set in, enough that Jensen assumed she had the corrective surgery already scheduled. She knuckled the small of her back, pushed her arms overhead and stretched straight for the first time in decades. Vitality seemed to be restored. While healing couldn't stop death, at least Jensen knew she would live out the remaining years in comfort.
She leaned and planted a warm kiss on his cheeks, tears smudging upon his face as she did so. "A miracle. Thank you thank you." She returned to her seat without a single stumble along the way.
Jensen looked around, but nobody seemed aware of what happened. He smiled thoughtfully and resumed reading.