From Heaven

My Mother-in-Law is here, helping out and giving me time to rest.
Of course, instead of resting, I have been cleaning and doing various projects.  Because I'm addled, Peanuts, that's why.
The other day while MIL took Little One to Her gymnastics class, I decided to print off a picture I've been meaning to fill a frame with.  It's one from the trip J and I took to Budapest last spring.
I was clicking through the album, searching for the right one, when I came across these:

These are at St. Stephen's Basilica.  It's a really big, fancy-pants Catholic church. 

It was a spectacular place. 

The pictures can't begin to show how incredible it was.  

We climbed to the top and could see the whole city.  

On the inside, the art was just amazing. The sense of reverence in the atmosphere was like a thick blanket.  It was beautiful.  

But this is the picture that caught my eye.  The one I'm stopping to write about.  

This is me, lighting a prayer candle.  

In a place so holy, with a steeple so high it must have a shorter route to heaven, I hoped that these prayers would travel fast.  I lit this candle and I sent a wish up with the smoke. 

It was a big wish.  

A wish for J and Little One and I, a wish from deep deep in my heart, heavy with hope. 

It flickered with light, then wafted up through the still air. Past the frecoes and through the skylights, charging along the steeple into the sky.  

 

Someday I will show Little Miss this picture, and tell Her about the candle I burned 

way on the other side of the world. 

I'll tell Her how my prayer made it all the way up to Heaven. 

I will show it to Her as proof.  

That prayers can be answered.   

 

That wishes come true.