Last week I visited a hospice patient in a snowstorm. He had come home from the hospital after his daughter made the decision not to insert a gtube, a feeding tube, as his body was shutting down and she made the heart rendered choice to allow nature take its course. This was not an easy decision and she struggled even afterwards. On Saturday I spoke with her trying to comfort her and validate her decision. When I returned on Sunday a gift awaited. The daughter that very morning had asked in prayer for a sign that she had made the right decision. The snowstorm had abated, leaving a six inch blanket of fresh white against the bareness of branches. As she looked out the window she saw a green orb floating in the yard. Quickly she grabbed her phone and captured it on video. The bright green orb floated and then landed in the branches of a tree where it remained for some time. Within the orb appeared a face with several smaller faces behind it. It was exquisite, brilliant and ethereal all at once. There was no doubt in her mind that this was a sign, the sign she had requested. That the world of spirit had sent her comfort and confirmation that she had made the right choice for her beloved father.