Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Little Guy Loses a Friend

Little Guy ran as fast as he could back to the house. He shoved open the back door. His nails clicked on the tile floor as he hurried to the family room. Gran was sitting in her recliner. Little Guy launched himself into her lap and hid his face against her shoulder.

"It's not fair," he cried. "Why did Little Blackie have to die? He wasn't sick at all. I liked Little Blackie!"

Gran patted Little Guy's back and tried to comfort him. He sobbed and sobbed.

He heard Mama coming into the house. She leaned over and lifted Little Guy into her arms and held him close.

"I know it hurts Little Guy," she said softly. "None of us expected Little Blackie to die. We don't know why it happened."

"I want Granddaddy to fix it," Little Guy said. "I want Little Blackie back!"

"We all would, but only God can bring someone back to life. This is something Granddaddy can't fix." Mama sat down and began to gently rock Little Guy.

"You know Blackie's heart is broken," Mama said. "We lost our friend but she lost her baby."

"That's worse, huh?"

"It sure is. We've got to be strong and try to help her through this. It doesn't mean we can't cry or be sad. But we need to be especially nice to her and pray for her."

Little Guy nodded. "Because she'll miss him more than anybody."

"That's right," Mama said. "There is no worse pain that losing a child."

"Can we pray right now, Mama," Little Guy asked.

"Absolutely."

Tears ran down his cheeks as Little Guy bowed his head and started to pray.

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