Dear friends,
I received a story below which touched me very much. I hereby share it with you:
Get out your Kleenex before reading this…
A good reminder: take time to appreciate what you have now.
On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket to buy the gifts I didn’t manage to buy earlier. When I saw all the people there, I started to complain to myself: ‘It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other places to go…’
Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year.
How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it was over.
I started to curse the prices, wondering if kids really play with such expensive toys. While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy of about 5 years old pressing a doll against his chest. He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who this doll was for. Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ‘Granny, are you sure I don’t have enough money?’ The old lady replied: ‘You know that you don’t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.’ Then she asked him to stay here for 5 minutes while she went to look around.
She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I started to walk towards him and asked who he wanted to give this doll to. ‘It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.’ I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her, after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. ‘No, Santa Claus can not bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mother so that she can give it to her when she goes there.’ His eyes were so sad while saying this. ‘My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy say that Mummy will also go to see God very soon, so I thought that she could bring the doll with her to give it to my sister’. My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: ‘I told daddy to tell mummy not to go yet.
I asked him to wait until I come back from the supermarket’ Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me: ‘I also want mummy to take this photo with her so that she will not forget me.’ ‘I love my mummy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister’ Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few bills and said to the boy. What if we checked again, just in case if u have enough money?’ ‘Ok’ he said. ‘I hope that I have enough.’ I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll, and even some spare money. The little boy said: ‘Thank you God for giving me enough money’ then he looked at me and added: ‘I asked yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mummy can give it to my sister. He heard me’ ‘I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but I didn’t dare to ask God too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and the white rose.’ ‘You know, my mummy loves white roses
A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my trolley. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck who hit a car where there was one young lady and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to get out of the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy in mind, I read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away.I couldn’t stop myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I went to the mortuary where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wish before burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to that day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had taken all this away from him.
Pass this message along and maybe you will help prevent someone drunk from driving.
FRIENDS ARE LIKE ANGELS, WHO HELP US FLY WHEN OUR WINGS HAVE FORGOTTEN HOW TO FLY.
Dear Teresa,
I read through and share your message of the touching story.
May be here is a story all about our faith that is worth to share around too!
Once I were sharing it with our friends while still study many many years ago.
” we just take a currency note-dollar and look over it! we can see it has all the common and unique features except the ‘note number’and the signature of governor may change. Too we can see a unique respective figure and that’s indication of one we should uphold to respect to!
If we were to be like the cuurency(of different value) how do you think we can be usefully being used in someone’s hand to be used properly and more valuable for something. Too often we will have a value but so often is not being entrusted to freely serve the value! Like the dollar, some may just being used once and leave idle in the lock cabinet for many reason.
So always have this story in mind whenever you serve or carry out a severe battlefield of your mission with faith!
Have my regard to Kok Woei, he seems to forget many friends in FEC class of MBS KL such as like ‘Sunny’ for which we sold ‘fish’ as part-time earning in KL while strived hard for study! Anyhow, because of certain reasons, I will be quitely support all ‘good mission’ over here!
Regards and do the best for your role.
Hi YB Theresa Kok
That was a good story posted. Appreciate your tender heart towards the world that we live in. May God bless you in your service to Him in this challenging world of ours.
God bless you.
Best regards
Stephen Wong
a very touching story..and i know God will bless the boy =)
For your reading pleasure, a small reminder as to how a little bit of help from lucky fellas like us can make a big difference to people who need just a little bit of assistance… God’s small reminder for us 🙂
“Do Not Be Ashame”
A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible Study.
The Pastor had shared about listening to God and obeying the Lord’s voice.
The young man couldn’t help but wonder, “Does God still speak to people?”
After service he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they discussed the message.
Several different ones talked about how God had led them in different ways.
It was about ten o’clock when the young man started driving home. Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, “God…If you still speak to
people speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to obey.”
As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk.
He shook his head and said out loud, “God is that you?” He didn’t get a reply and started on toward home.
But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk.
The young man thought about Samuel and how he didn’t recognize the voice of God, and how little Samuel ran to Eli.
“Okay, God, in case that is you, I will buy the milk.” It didn’t seem like too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk. He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home.
As he passed Seventh Street, he again felt the urge, “Turn Down that street.”
This is crazy he thought and drove on past the intersection.
Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street.
At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh
Half jokingly, he said out loud, “Okay, God, I will”.
He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop. He pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in semi commercial area of town. It wasn’t the best but it wasn’t the worst of neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark like the people were already in bed.
Again, he sensed something, “Go and give the milk to the people in the house across the street.” The young man looked at the house. It was dark and it loo ked like the people were either gone or they were already asleep. He started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat.
“Lord, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I will look stupid.” Again, he felt like he should go and give the milk.
Finally, he opened the door, “Okay God, if this is you, I will go to the door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look like a crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will count for something but if they don’t answer right away, I am out of here.”
He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some e n oise inside. A man’s voice yelled out, “Who is it? What do you want?” Then the door opened before the young man could get away.
The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt He looked like he just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn’t seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep. “What is it?”
The young man thrust out the gallon of milk, “Here, I brought this to you.” The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway.
Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face.
The man began speaking and half crying, “We were just praying. We had some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn’t have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to get some milk.”
His wife in the kitchen yelled out, “I asked him to send an Angel with some milk. Are you an Angel?”
The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he had on him and put in the man’s hand. He turned and walked back toward his car and the tears were streaming down his face.
He knew that God still answers prayers.
Sometimes it’s the simplest things that God asks us to do that cause us, if we are obedient to what He’s asking, to be able to hear. His voice more clear than ever. Please listen, and obey! It will bless you (and the world) Phil 4:13
Jesus said, “If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before my Father.”
Indeed there are so many hurting people in our midst. However little we can do as followers of Jesus Christ we do it because they may mean a lot to the people hurting inside.
Nothing happens by chance to Christians. God arranges things in our lives.
I pray that this little boy and his father will be blessed and comforted by God for a very long time. Amen.