When I wake up everyday I thank God for the new day. But suddenly, even to me, my prayer has a new meaning. For it is Gods grace that my husband is with us to see each day. I thought my husband might have problems at a later stage because of his smoking habits; but not a cardiac arrest at forty!

Id started praying fervently only a few months back that my husband should quit smoking. The other day I chided my husband for smoking too many cigarettes. My son who was having his bath overheard the conversation and went around holding a placard that said DO NOT SMOKE in his wobbly handwriting. As always my husband just laughed and joked about it.

My husband and I would raise our voices not only when we were angry with each other but even when we were teasing each other. But to my son it appeared that we were arguing. So Id been asking God to soften us up. My mother had been praying that my husband should come home in the evenings so that he could spend time with my son. I could go on about the prayers. The essence is that God answered many of our prayers the most important one being my husband quitting smoking - with a heart attack! I cant help but laugh at Gods sense of humour.