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The little Red Sweater

Posted: April 16, 2015 in Hope
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She knew she was supposed to be here. Just sitting on this bench, knitting a tiny red sweater. She knew what her work was. She had been on this mission a very long time. Every since the day her handsome, loving, precious husband had left this world, she had come here. First to remember the days they had sat upon this bench, but then later as she prayed for “her” purpose in life, and why she was left alone with no one, but her beloved Jesus, who would never leave her or reject her. Her time on the bench became a time of renewal. With each stitch she would pray for those who came down the path. Perhaps they would say “hello,” or perhaps not. It didn’t matter. She was not alone. Jesus was with her, and she talked to him.

She talked about those who came by. It was her mission to change the world and she could only do that through prayer.

Today it was a young couple, hand in hand…strolling quietly. Not whispering like so many other young lovers, just walking, looking around, watching, listening to the chirps of birds and sounds of spring.

“Lord,” she whispered, “touch their lives, and let them know you.” Send your angels to heal the brokenness that is within them…the kind of brokenness that exists in each of us. Heal the sorrows, and remove the pain. She had learned so long ago, that there were no perfect lives. Each person suffers something. She would pray for those people, because perhaps, they had never in their lives had anyone who cared enough, or understood the importance of prayer. Her mission in these, her last days on earth, was to open the doorway for others to know her Savior. She continued her heartfelt and vibrant petition to her Jesus.

As the young couple approached the old woman, the young woman spoke to the man she loved so deeply. “Look,” she said. “Isn’t she beautiful?” “Oh Yes,” he replied. “I wonder,” if I will be that beautiful when I am that age,” she chuckled, knowing full well, with the cancer eating away at her body, she would never be that old. Her love, knowing she was just playing this game of life, held her hand tighter, and spoke those words of endearment that just made her love him more. “Sweetheart, you are that beautiful and you will always be!” “Nothing can change how glorious you are.”

“Reality, is strange,” she whispered. “I don’t want reality.” “I want to dream of a life with you, holding you, loving you, believing that one day I will be totally healed, and perhaps, just perhaps, I will be that old woman sitting, knitting….a snuggly little sweater for my grandchild!”

He held her hand with renewed strength, but his heart was tortured, tears welling up… “Oh, God…if you exist.” “Help my beautiful bride…and show us how to get through this.”

The forth, unseen person, smiled…”Yes, he whispered to the old woman…I love your heart, and I have heard your prayer…”I am the way, I am the truth…and I am the life!” “Be it unto them as you have prayed.”

The old woman heard his voice…nodding she replied…”I love you Jesus!” “Thank You!”

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Weeping endures for the night….but….

Posted: April 10, 2015 in Hope
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A deep sadness was in my heart. They would be better off without me…even my 5 year old. They would be OK. The tub was ready..the razor blade in my hand. Bathroom door locked.. Oh God…I cried out…If you will show me just one reason to stay….nothing..I waited…nothing..OK it’s time. Stepping into the tub, I heard his voice…quiet…reassuring..”go to bed, it will be better in the morning.”

I awoke to the sun shining in my window. On my bed table was a little piece of paper. It said…”mourning endures for a night, but JOY comes in the morning!

The message was for me.