Today I was going through a folder of articles that
I had saved. At the back was the following story. It touched my heart. Don’t be
dismayed at the ending. It’ll give you an opportunity to imagine what happened
next. I’m always filled with hope.
A
Rose for Mother’s Day
Danielle stopped at a flower shop to order some
flowers to be wired to her mother who lived two hundred miles away. As she got
out of her car, she noticed a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing.
She asked the girl what was wrong and she replied,
“I wanted to buy a red rose for my mother, but I only have seventy-five cents.
A rose costs two dollars.”
Danielle smiled and said, “Come on in with me. I’ll
buy you a rose.”
She bought the girl a rose and ordered her mother
flowers. As they were leaving Danielle offered the girl a ride home.
“Yes, please! You can take me to my mother,” she
stated.
Directing the woman to a nearby cemetery, the young
girl led her down a narrow lane, asking her to stop when they reached a small
marble tombstone. The girl got out of the car and rushed over to place the rose
on a freshly dug grave.
Seeing her shoulders heave in sorrow, Danielle got
out of the car, and walked up to the child. Not knowing how to help or what to
do, she stood in silence. Glancing at the words on the tombstone, her heart
sank.
Mary Lou Jenkins
Mother to the
Motherless.
The woman stooped down next to the child, placing
her hand on the youngster’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry. Was this your mother?”
The young girl looked up at Danielle. Tears streamed
down her face. “Ms. Mary helped out at the foster home where I live. We all called
her mother. Two months ago, Ms. Mary asked if I would like to be her daughter,
but she got sick and died before she could adopt me. Ms. Mary will forever be
my mother. Sunday is Mother’s Day. I had to get the rose for her.”
Danielle reached over and hugged the girl. Her heart
felt burdened. Danielle and her husband had lost their only child many years
ago. In fact, their child would have been about the age of this child.
Lifting the girl’s face she said, “I’ve got an idea.
Let’s check in with your foster parent and see if you can have dinner with my husband
and me.
Raising her arm up to wipe tears away, she smiled. “That
would be great.”
“By the way, what’s your name?” Danielle asked.
“Emily.”
Danielle felt her heart sink. Her deceased
daughter’s name was Emily. Not being able to say anymore, Danielle led Emily back
to the car. From there, they drove to the foster parent’s home and got
permission to take Emily to her home for dinner.
Joe met Danielle at the door, “I was getting worried
about you!” Noticing the young girl beside her, he asked, “Well, who is this?”
Danielle pulled the child in front of her,
announcing, “This is my new friend. We got permission from her foster mother
for her to have dinner with us.”
Joe reached down, extending a hand of welcome. “Well,
what’s your name, little one?”
“Emily.”
Joe looked up at Danielle in disbelief. Tears filled
his eyes. And then he smiled.
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God bless you. If your mother’s still living, call her. Go visit with her. Let her know you cherish her. If you know a child who has lost a parent, reach out to them. I’ve been honored to be called mother by many children who were not mine that have come into my home and felt loved.
From me to you, Happy Mother’s Day!!!
Love this story! It brought me to tears! God definitely works in mysterious ways!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful story!
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