A Touching Christmas Story

Heloo everyone. I got this mail from my friend and thought it's a nice read and i just had to share..

A Touching Christmas Story

"And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord's
glory, are being transformed into his likeness with
ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is
the Spirit" (2 Corinthians 3:18, niv).
"The Doll and a White Rose" by V.A. Bailey

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 kind of 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 mumbled to
myself at the prices of all these toys, and wondered if the
grandchildren 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 because 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 Momma 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 Momma 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 Momma 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'd had taken at the front of the store. He said,
"I want my Momma to take this with her so she doesn't ever
forget me. I love my Momma 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 hand full 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. And 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 Momma 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 Momma a white rose, but I didn't
ask him, but he gave me enough to buy the doll and a rose
for my Momma. 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 removal of 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.1

Please don't drink and drive this holiday season nor
throughout the coming year.

 

Aww!! That was such a sweet story......Nearly brought a tear to my eye..

Never drink & drive home!! (smoke weed and fly home)