Me: How is your friend?
Prodigal: She cooks her peas and turnips in the same pot.
Me: Doesn’t mean she still can’t help out some.
Prodigal: Yeah, people deserve a chance.
This is from the book Angels Watching Over Us: In the Shadow of Wings
Bess thanked the flight crew as she disembarked in Chicago. She had taken only a few steps when she felt a crushing pain in her chest. She stopped and leaned forward, bracing herself against the corridor wall as the pressure grew. Then someone grabbed her arm and guided her into the terminal. Bess felt herself being eased into a chair.
She could hardly breathe, and when she raised her eyes she looked into the face of a small girl no older than five.
“Where’s your medicine?” the child demanded. Bess glanced at her purse, and in seconds, the little girl found the nitroglycerin, opened the childproof cap, and placed a pill gently in Bess’s mouth. Bess rolled it under her tongue, and closed her eyes. The pain was so harsh.
“Take two,” the little voice commanded, and Bess complied, smiling despite the pressure in her chest. Gradually the pain retreated.
“Mom! What happened?” shouted Bess’s son, Dan, as he pushed through the crowd.
“Zosia!” screeched a voice, and a red-haired woman rushed up to the little girl and hugged her tightly. She said something to the child in a language Bess didn’t understand.
The nitro had done its work, and Bess kissed her son. “Just an angina attack. I haven’t had one for so long I forgot how bad they can be.”
Bess didn’t argue when Dan suggested they stop at the hospital on the way home. The pain had never been so strong before. Then she turned to the little girl, who still held her hand.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” Bess said, giving the little hand a gently squeeze. “For such a little angel, you’re very smart and brave!
“Excuse me, I’m Zosia’s aunt, ” said the woman, who spoke with a slight accent. “I don’t know how Zosia ended up over here–we just stepped off a plane from Poland. But thank you for your kind words.” She spoke rapidly to the child in Polish. Zosia chattered back in the same language and smiled shyly at Bess.
“Zosia says she’s happy you’re better,” said the girl’s aunt.
“But, why doesn’t she say it?” Bess asked, surprised.
“She can’t Zosia doesn’t know English yet!” said the woman laughing, as they waved gaily and disappeared into the crowd.
Hearken to me, ye that follow after righteousness, ye that seek the LORD: look unto the rock whence ye are hewn, and to the hole of the pit whence ye are digged.
Isaiah 51:1
Jennifer Van Allen
www.theprodigalpig.com
www.faithincounseling.org
