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 Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door.
She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment talking to another man.
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.
'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?'
'We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you,' the pharmacist said, softening 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 was a well dressed man. He 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.'
'How much do you have?' asked the man from Chicago.
'One dollar and eleven cents,' Tess answered barely audibly.
'And it's all the money I have, 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 for little brothers.'
He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said 'Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. 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.
In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need.
A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law.
Hey guys I thought that this was really cute so I thought that I would share it with you!! :)
School has been OK and hectic!! :) But I think that I'm gonna enjoy it!!
Hey
I have been having so much fun with Kela and her sisters!! :D
I got to see their horse Babe and she's a beauty!
I got to ride her and lead the girls around and then we braided her hair.
Sunday after church services in the morning, Emily came over to my house and one again we had fun!! :D
We made a box of memories that we have to open together when we're 18.
I'm looking forward to opening it!
~Morgan
I rapped it to day and I put some things in.And something of mine for you but you cant have it for 4 years :P Its a little horse. Um BTW your necklace tangled up so un tangled it and put it on a necklace holder thing in the box :) I had lots of fun. And I went o Walmart to get those tennis shoes you have and they didnt have them so i got some other one youll see them wednesday :)
Hey
Sunday, Kela came over after services and we had a blast!!! Then yesterday, I spent the night at her house!! And now, I'm on her computer!! :) We went swimming and watched the movie Little Women!! It was my first time watching it and it was great!
Hope that you enjoy this week as much as I have already!!
Morgan
Amanda has been home about 3 1/2 weeks now.
She is doing very well but she is still a little sore.
Ali isn't doing very well though.....
For the past 5 days, she has had diarrhea.
Amanda said that Ali will have to go to the doctor if she has it tomorrow.
After about the second day, Amanda called the doctor and the said the she needed to drink Pedialite.
The Pedialite hasn't helped at all. :(
Please pray for her.
Thanks
~Morgan
Yesterday I went to TBS with the Malone's!!
It was a BLAST!!!! :)
Glad you could come to the party (and TBS) :) I hope she is feeling better. I didnt know she still had it cause she seemed ok :( give her a kissy for me :)
I'm sorry things are not looking up for her.. I hope
she feels better soon.. I will pray for her as well..
Glad ya had a good time with Emily & Abbey.. ;-)
This weekend was fun!! :) BTW, the Pedialite doesn't help stop Ali's diarrhea, it just replenishes her body with the vitamins and important things that she doesn't have right now since she is sick. I hope she's getting better!!
A little girl stood near a small church from which she had been turned away because it was 'too crowded.'
'I can't go to Sunday School,' she sobbed to the pastor as he walked by.
Seeing her shabby, unkempt appearance, the pastor guessed the reason and, taking her by the hand, took her inside and found a place for her in the Sunday school class. The child was so happy that they found room for her, and she went to bed that night thinking of the children who have no place to worship Jesus.
Some two years later, this child lay dead in one of the poor tenement buildings. Her parents called for the kindhearted pastor who had befriended their daughter to handle the final arrangements.
As her poor little body was being moved, a worn and crumpled red purse was found which seemed to have been rummaged from some trash dump.
Inside was found 57 cents and a note, scribbled in childish handwriting, which read: 'This is to help build the little church bigger so more children can go to Sunday School.'
For two years she had saved for this offering of love.
When the pastor tearfully read that note, he knew instantly what he would do. Carrying this note and the cracked, red pocketbook to the pulpit, he told the story of her unselfish love and devotion.
He challenged his elders to get busy and raise enough money for the larger building.
But the story does not end there...
A newspaper learned of the story and published It. It was read by a wealthy realtor who offered them a parcel of land worth many thousands.
When told that the church could not pay so much, he offered to sell it to the little church for 57 cents.
Church members made large donations. Checks came from far and wide.
Within five years the little girl's gift had increased to $250,000.00--a huge sum for that time (near the turn of the century). Her unselfish love had paid large dividends.
