The Doll And A White Rose
Kandy
The Doll And A White Rose
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 kinda 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 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, 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 Mama 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 leaving the Mother 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 there in tears, my life changed forever. The love that little
boy had for his little sister and his mother was overwhelming.
And in a split second a drunk driver had ripped the life of that
little boy to pieces.
Author Unknown
The earnest prayer of a righteous person has great power and
wonderful results. James 5:16
Blessings,
Kandy
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even YOU could be saved!
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 kinda 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 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, 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 Mama 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 leaving the Mother 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 there in tears, my life changed forever. The love that little
boy had for his little sister and his mother was overwhelming.
And in a split second a drunk driver had ripped the life of that
little boy to pieces.
Author Unknown
The earnest prayer of a righteous person has great power and
wonderful results. James 5:16
Blessings,
Kandy
Do you currently sell products with MELALEUCA oil in them? Get
scripts and training here: http://shmyl.com/nzlison
Help your AUTISTIC child without medication, special diets, or
M.L.M's http://www.shrinkmylink.com/nzlison
It is BECAUSE you are a sinner that Jesus died on the cross - so that
even YOU could be saved!