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"Measure wealth not by the things you have, but by the things you have for which you would not take money." - unknown
We recently shared a story titled "Someone Named Mama" (you can read it in our archives if you missed it last time!), and I am happy to share another, even more moving story by Robert! This particular story went right to my heart and reminded me how very blessed my life is. Thank you, Robert!
"Fruit" by Robert VanDerslice
A few months ago, I had the responsibility of delivering some donations to the local City Mission, a place where the homeless and often, the broken or bruised can find refuge from a life that has been turned upside down for them.
It was late autumn, and already the promise of winter nearing was whispering through the open windows of the Missions storage area.
After setting the donations near the sorting table, I took my receipt from the worker, and headed back through the dining area towards the lobby.
I was careful not to notice the people sitting at the tables, choosing to leave before feeling the guilt of my “ having “, in the midst of so much “ having nothing “.
But it was not to be.
“ Not yet”, I heard a woman’s voice say. “Not till we say Grace “.
I was behind them when the mother bowed her head and began one of the most heart felt prayers I have ever heard, and I stopped where I was to peek over at the table. A young mother was there with her two young boys, one about 3 years old on her left, the other, about five, on her right. Both were obediently waiting, heads bowed, eyes closed.
My heart broke as I watched and listened. She was in a leg cast, and scars covered her arms, her face and bald head.
One of the younger ladies working at the mission had come to stand beside me, and she whispered, “ She’s a single mom, her husband just took off one day and didn’t come back.. She has been under going radiation and chemotherapy the past few months, but came here when their apartment caught fire. She was burned getting her kids out”.
She started to say something else but stopped, her voice strained with emotion.
We were silent….and the words this young mother said in our silence will always follow me.
“………and Thank You Lord, for the fruit on the ground, when I just can’t reach the tree”.
Robert VanDerslice copyright 2007
I am married to a wonderful wife Margie, that I do not deserve. Over the last 38 years of marriage, we have raised together 5 kids (2 boys-3 girls) and 2 grand daughters , now 17 and 18. We are the proud and weary grandparents of 14 more, and welcome the elusive pieces of quiet time that we can find. Our lives are rich beyond measure, and far beyond our worthiness, in that we have so many treasured memories.
The Letter Box:
Your story “she sings like an angel” by Mike Segal, truly encouraged me. I am faced with a similar situation whereby I lost a mother in-law through cancer very recently and am still recovering from this loss. Like Sharon, Theresa was a happy person and always ready to aside whenever a need arose. She was very much a part of our Christian community, assisting with visiting the sick, homeless and discouraged. I am truly inspired by such women as Sharon and Theresa and like Sharon she too is an angel smiling down from Heaven.
God Bless, Diane J. Morea - Port Moresby, Papua New Guinea
Dear Michael Segal, Thank you for this story. It truly touched my heart, as I have lost my wife of 22 years and she too, sang like an angel. I have several tapes of her singing at church and whenever I miss her I have her music and it comforts me. Your story seemed to be written for me and I pray that God will bless you in your writing. Thank you, Gerald Fortner, ME
Dear 2TheHeart, Another wonderful story by Michael Segal! His stories always move me and I share them with everyone I know. 2TheHeart is always so outstanding! God bless, Geena