"Forrest, Marjorie; daughter. Patron saint, Cecelia."
Finally He passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a special child."
The angel is curious. "Why this one God”? She's so happy."
"Exactly," smiles God, "Could I give a special child to a mother who
does not know laughter? That would be cruel."
"But has she patience?" asks the angel.
"I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea
of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she'll handle it."
"I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has her own world.
She has to make her live in her world and that's not going to be easy."
"But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you." God smiles,
"No matter, I can fix that.This one is perfect - she has just enough selfishness."
The angel gasps - "selfishness? Is that a virtue?"
God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a 'spoken word'".
She will never consider a ‘step’ ordinary.
When her child says 'Momma' for the first time,she will be present
at a miracle, and will know it!"
"I will permit her to see clearly the things I see... ignorance, cruelty, prejudice.... and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of
her life, because she is doing my work as surely as if she is here by my side".
"And what about her Patron saint?" asks the angel, his pen poised in mid-air.
God smiles,
"A mirror will suffice."