Trust
in God and he will stand by you!
"Thank
you, Jesus"
I hurried
into the local department store to grab some last-minute Christmas gifts. I
looked at all the people and grumbled to myself. I would be in here forever,
and I just had so much to do. Christmas was beginning to become such a drag. I
wished that I could just sleep through Christmas. But I hurried the best I
could through all the people to the toy department. Once again, I kind of
mumbled to myself at the prices of all these toys. And I wondered if the
grandkids would even play with them. I found myself in the doll aisle. Out of
the corner of my eye I saw a little boy, about 5 years old, holding a lovely
doll. He kept touching her hair, and he held her so gently. I could not seem to
help myself. I just kept looking over at the little boy and wondered who the
doll was for.
I watched
him turn to a woman; and he called his aunt by name and said, "Are you
sure I don't have enough money?" She replied a bit impatiently, "You
know that you don't have enough money for it." The aunt told the little
boy not to go anywhere that she had to go get some other things and would be
back in a few minutes. And then she left the aisle.
The
boy continued to hold the doll. After a bit, I asked the boy who the doll was
for. He said, "It is the doll my sister wanted so badly for Christmas. She
just knew that Santa would bring it." I told him that maybe Santa was
going to bring it. He said, "No, Santa can't go where my sister is. I have
to give the doll to my Mamma to take to her." I asked him where his sister
was? He looked at me with the saddest eyes and said, "She has gone to be
with Jesus." "My Daddy says that Mama is going to have to go be with
her." My heart nearly stopped beating. Then the boy looked at me again and
said, "I told my Daddy to tell Mama not to go yet. I told him to tell her
to wait till I got back from the store."
Then
he asked me if I wanted to see his picture. I told him I would love to. He
pulled out some pictures he had taken at the front of the store. He said,
"I want my Mamma to take this with her so she don't ever forget me. I love
my Mama so very much, and I wish she did not have to leave me. But Daddy says
she will need to be with my sister." I saw that the little boy had lowered
his head and had grown so very quiet. While he was not looking, I reached into
my purse and pulled out a handful of bills. I asked the little boy, "Shall
we count that money one more time". He grew excited and said, "Yes, I
just know it has to be enough." So I slipped my money in with his, and we
began to count it. Of course, it was plenty for the doll. He softly said,
"Thank you, Jesus, for giving me enough money." Then the boy said,
"I just asked Jesus to give me enough money to buy this doll so Mama can
take it with her to give to my sister. And He heard my prayer. I wanted to ask
Him for enough to buy my Mamma a white rose, but I didn't ask Him; but He gave
me enough to buy the doll and a rose for my Mama. She loves white roses so
very, very much."
In a
few minutes the aunt came back, and I wheeled my cart away. I could not keep
from thinking about the little boy as I finished my shopping in a totally
different spirit than when I had started. And I kept remembering a story I had
seen in the newspaper several days earlier about a drunk driver hitting a car
and killing a little girl, and the Mother was in serious condition. The family
was deciding on whether to remove the life support. Now surely this little boy
did not belong with that story. Two days later, I read in the paper where the
family had disconnected the life support; and the young woman had died. I could
not forget the little boy and just kept wondering if the two were somehow
connected. Later that day, I could not help myself; and I went out and bought
some white roses and took them to the funeral home where the young woman was.
And there she was, holding a lovely white rose, the beautiful doll, and the
picture of the little boy in the store. I left the funeral parlor in tears ...
my life changed forever. The love that little boy had for his little sister and
his mother was overwhelming.
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