Can Ghosts send messages?

These last months have been some of the very hardest of my entire life. It seems each time I turned around another avalanche of pain or stress was crashing around me. I really believe if I could have just laid the burdens at Gods feet and humbled myself to his will I would have had an easier time lifting the loads. But I am stubborn and have a hard time trusting. I like to fool myself into thinking I am in control- ha ha. Like any of us is in control. We are all totally dependant on God. The helping hand we seek is most often at the end of our own wrist so I don't say just sit back and wait for God to do for you what you can do for yourself. I just wonder if I made the year worse by not really trusting in God. I know he is aware of my little triumphs which are very small in the whole scheme of life but very big to my development as a daughter of God on this earth.

Here I am as a little baby. I look happy, I always love a photo shoot. I know that I have always been overly sensitive and too tender hearted. I even have a letter from my dad dated 1986 stating this fact. I don't like it-- so over the last years I have been working on a hard heart. One of the mistakes of a hard heart is you don't see blessing and miracles as easy that are surrounding you.

For example while I sat at the hospital with Aunt Sue I would hear this lullaby playing. This would not have been a big deal except it has big significance to me. Before my grandma died the last gift she gave to me was a little white wind up cat that plays this same tune. So as I would hear this I would look around and no one else would react. I started to think the 7 days of no sleep was driving me mad. I asked Aunt Sue and she could not hear it. It would play at random times through out the day. I found out later they play it when a baby is born. Then at shift change a new nurse came in and said "Hi my name is Sylvia". Not to strange-- then the nurse aid came in "Hi my name is Rose," and the music played on. Sylvia and Rose are not common names you hear everyday. They especially are not heard together-- by me at least. My grandma (who gave me the cat) name was Sylvia Rose. So when Aunt Sue heard the Rose and Sylvia she was sure that my grandma was talking to me beyond the veil. The only question is... what was she saying?