A Little Girl’s Miracle
A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from
its hiding place in the closet. She poured the change out on the
floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to
be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.
Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap,
she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to the Drug Store.
She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention,
but he was too busy at the moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing
noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound
she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and
banged it on the glass counter. That did it!
“And what do you want?” the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice.
I’ m talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven’t seen in ages,”
he said without waiting for a reply to his question.
“Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,” Tess answered back in
the same annoyed tone. “He’s really, really sick..and I want to buy a
miracle.”
“I beg your pardon?” said the pharmacist, “Could you repeat that?”.
“His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head
and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a
miracle cost?” Tess asked.
“We don’t sell miracles here, little girl. I’m sorry but I can’t help
you,” the pharmacist said, softening just a little.
“Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn’t enough, I will
get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs.”
The pharmacist’s brother suddenly stooped down and asked the little girl,
“What kind of a miracle does your brother need?”
“I don’t know,” Tess replied with her eyes welling up. I just know
he’s really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can’t
pay for it, so I want to use my money for the operation.”
“How much do you have?” asked the pharmacists brother from Chicago.
“I have One dollar and eleven cents,” Tess answered barely audibly.
“And it’s all the money I have, Mister, but I can get some more if I need to.”
“Well, what a coincidence,” smiled the man. “A dollar and eleven
cents—the exact price of a miracle, today, for little brothers. ”
He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her
mitten and said “Now take me to your brother. I want to see him and
meet your mom and dad. Let’s see if I have the miracle you need.”
That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing
in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it
wasn’t long until Andrew was home again and doing well.
Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had
led them to this place. “That surgery,” her Mom whispered,”was a real
miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?”
Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost…one dollar and
eleven cents….plus the faith of a little child.
A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a
higher law. When you are scared…..I will comfort your fears.
When you are worried…..I will give you hope.
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When you are confused…..I will help you cope.
And when you are lost….And can’t see the light, I shall be your
beacon…..Shining ever so bright.
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This is my oath…..I pledge till the end.
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Why you may ask?…..Because you’re my friend.
Jesus: Your best friend! And sometimes He uses people on earth to
establish His friendships!
Submitted by Marsha
Acts 4:22
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