A miracle thru' ma mail....

A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a jelly jar from its hiding place in her closet. She poured the coins out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times. The total had to be perfect. No chance for mistakes.

Carefully placing the coins back in the jar she twisted the cap, slipped out of the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store.

She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter out from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did the trick and caught the attention of the pharmacist!

"And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked annoyed. "I'm talking to my brother here from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages," he said without waiting for a reply to his question.

"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 has something bad growing inside his head. My Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?"


"We don't sell miracles here. I'm sorry. Can't help you," the pharmacist said, softening a little.

"I'm sure you sell miracles. Please sir, I really do need to buy a miracle for my brother. I've money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I'll get more. Just tell me how much it costs."

The pharmacist's brother, a well dressed man stooped down at Tess and looked at those clouded hazel eyes and asked, "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 the money I have to pay."

"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 more."

"Well! what a coincidence," smiled the man. "A dollar and eleven cents - the exact price of a miracle for little brother."

He took her money in one hand and with the other 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, specialising in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well.

"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.

An oath from Him...

When you're sad...I'll show you laughter.

When you're scared...I'll brave you.

When you're worried...I'll shower you hope.

When you're confused...I'll guide you.

And when you're lost and can't see the light, I'll be your beacon...shining ever so bright.

This is His pledged till end.

Why you may ask?....Because He's your always friend.


Signed: GOD