| THE RADIO PAGE 2 |
| But the woman shook her head in anger "It doesn't matter what He said.... He took you away from me... It's because of Him you're dead!" "But Mommy......I'm in Heaven now And it's SO beautiful here.... Jesus took away all the hurt I haven't cried a single tear!" The woman bowed her head and wept As she remembered how the pain Had made her small son suffer so And scream under the strain. Full of doubt, she said, "But Timmy... Do you really like it there? "Oh Mommy, yes!! It's wonderful There's sunshine everywhere!" The woman sat there motionless Staring at the radio in her car Could that really be Timmy's voice From a place up there so far? He sounded so very happy Was it just her imagination? She wanted so much to believe In a heavenly radio station! Then as she reached to touch the dial She heard yet another voice... This time a man spoke gently: "Now you must make your choice... Your little boy is safe and sound All his suffering's in the past... Can you trust Me to take care of Him And let him go at last? What Timmy said is very true... You are a wonderful mother I know how much you miss your son And how much you love each other! But your work here's not finished... Can't you feel it? Search your heart... Down deep inside a mother's soul Where every miracle starts?" The woman smiled then through her tears As she hugged the soft blue mouse Then wiped her eyes, retraced her steps Back to the waiting house... Crossing quickly to the table She snatched up the waiting note... No one else must ever seee The awful thing she wrote... "I know grief brings hallucinations, Lord" She whispered, "But let it somehow be true... And not just wishful thinking That Timmy is safe up there with You!" Then as she smoothed the note out gently She felt her skin begin to crawl... As she focused on the letters there Now printed in a childish scrawl! |
| DEAR MOMMY...PLEASE REMEMBER THAT I LOVE YOU AND I KNOW... HOW MUCH YOU WANT TO BE WITH ME CAUSE JESUS TOLD ME SO... PLEASE DON'T BE SAD ANYMORE I'M SO HAPPY AND I'M FREE GIVE MY NEW BROTHER ALL THE LOVE THAT YOU ONCE GAVE TO ME! She held the note with shaking hands Tears streaming down her face Thanking God for both the child He took And the one growing in his place... She never told a single soul What she'd almost done that day... Or about the heavenly radio station That had miraculously come her way... She did indeed give birth again To another bouncing baby boy... And in his first cry she heard the echo Of Timmy clapping his hands with joy! Dusty Richardson 1/2001 |
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