Friday, August 5, 2011


Lisa was a bubbly, outgoing seven year old. Her three year old sister, Gina, was cute-as-a-button, but very shy. Gina was a regular at our church's Nursery. Being raised by their grandparents, these girls seemed happy, but there were abandonment issues that cut deep crevices within the soul of this family.  The nursery staff and I continually lifted our Nursery children up in prayer, but little Gina had a special place in my heart. There was just something "pull-at-your-heartstrings" about her. I not only prayed for her family situation and welfare, but I prayed for what the future would hold for this precious child.

One Sunday, as the three and four year old's sat at the Nursery kitchen tables for snack, I asked if any of the children would like to pray.  A little arm shot straight up. "I will," Gina said almost inaudibly and much to our surprise. Wow!

All the children bowed their heads. From Gina's precious little lips came the most gut-wrenching prayer, "Jesus, help my mommy. Please, Jesus, help my mommy get off drugs." She always spoke so softly so I stood close enough to hear her words. It wasn't begging. Gina prayed almost unemotionally, just stating what she wanted - like she knew that whatever she asked for Jesus would do for her. She finished her prayer and the children turned their attention to their snacks totally unaware of the tears streaming down my face.  I turned my back to them to compose myself. Kathy, the other Nursery worker, walked into the other room so the children wouldn't see her crying. Gina's sweet, innocent, child-like but bold faith touched the both of us deeply. I don't think Kathy nor I will ever forgot that moment. It was a Scripture-come-alive moment.
And then they brought young children to Him that He might touch them; but the disciples rebuked those that brought them.  But, when Jesus saw it, He was greatly displease and said to them, "Let the little children come to Me and do not forbid them; for of such is the Kingdom of God. Assuredly I say to you, "Whoever does not receive the Kingdom of God as a little child, will by no means enter it." And He took them in His arms, put His hands on them, and blessed them.     ~Mark 10:13-16

Months later, Lisa and Gina's mom walked through the doors of the church, gave her life to The Lord, and entered a drug rehab facility.  Little Gina bounded into Nursery that Sunday. Her shyness seemed to evaporate. "Mommy is here!", she said over and over, jumping around as if her little body was bursting with joy. Kathy and I stared at each other with our mouths open - literally. Wow!

I have not seen or heard about those girls in about 18 years.  Today, in the midst of utter chaos in my home, the phone rang.

"Miss Diane?"  Hhmmm...that rang an old, familiar chord.  "Miss Diane" was my official Nursery name.

"Yes", which was more of a question than a statement.

"This is Lisa."  Wow!

Lisa had a need and thought maybe I could help in some way.  I told her I would see what I could find out and I would call her next week.  I asked about her family.  "Gina is a Missionary and has traveled all over and she's in college."  Wow!
"And all things, whatever you ask in faith, believing, you will receive", says Jesus Christ (Matt. 21:22) - something three-year old Gina seemed to know intuitively. 

Wow! Wow! Wow!  Thank You, Jesus!

Because of Him and Unto Him,


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wordglow said...

Wow is right. What a beautiful story, Diane! It brought tears to my eyes. I love how you expressed it and the photos you found for it too. Especially the one with the hands. I bet you could make this fit a Guideposts story if you wanted to submit it.


Diane said...

Wow! Thank you, Pam, for your encouraging words. I've always wanted to be published in Guideposts. I appreciate that you said that!

A Joyful Noise said...

Thank you for sharing Your beautiful story with us at Tell Me a True Story. God does answer prayer and especially those prayers of a little child. And those of us who come to him as little children.