Two Tiny Socks
It had been the hardest summer of my life. Ralph was directing Northern Frontier and I was home caring for my father who was 92 years old and failing more and more each day. My dad loved Jesus and was always looking for ways to serve Him. Old and in a wheelchair, he was very discouraged. He told me he was good for nothing. I reminded him of how important his prayers were in my life and said to him, "Will you please pray that Kris and Tom have a baby?" (My daughter, Kristen, had lost a baby 6 years before this.)
That night after my father had gone to bed, I heard a voice coming from his bedroom. As I paused to listen, I realized it was my dad praying for Kris. The prayer was very simple and childlike . . . full of emotion straight from his heart. “So . . . would YOU please give Kris and Tom another baby?” That happened in August 2004.
My father went to Heaven the next month on the 27th of September. The night before his memorial service I asked for Kris and Tom to stay up and have a cup of tea with Ralph and me after other family members had gone to bed.
When all was quiet and we were sipping tea, Kris said they had a little something for Dad and me to kind of cheer us up. We each received a tiny package . . . a tiny infant sock in each one. After that it was a blur of unbelief . . . belief . . . tears . . . dancing . . . hugging . . . more tears. The timing was so very perfect . . . and I think to the night of my father's prayer!
That fall, winter and spring Ralph kept his little “sock” in his pocket and I kept mine next to my bed. We prayed every day together, and separately many times a day for Kris. When I was having a sad day caring for my mother who then lived with us, Ralph would hug me and show me the little sock. It worked wonders . . .
The story is a beautiful one. A healthy grand daughter from Kris.
I stand convicted . . . I am a “goner” . . . with all of our grandchildren. When I am with one of them, or all of them, I am completely wrapped up in a joy and happiness and love that I can’t explain . . .
That night after my father had gone to bed, I heard a voice coming from his bedroom. As I paused to listen, I realized it was my dad praying for Kris. The prayer was very simple and childlike . . . full of emotion straight from his heart. “So . . . would YOU please give Kris and Tom another baby?” That happened in August 2004.
My father went to Heaven the next month on the 27th of September. The night before his memorial service I asked for Kris and Tom to stay up and have a cup of tea with Ralph and me after other family members had gone to bed.
When all was quiet and we were sipping tea, Kris said they had a little something for Dad and me to kind of cheer us up. We each received a tiny package . . . a tiny infant sock in each one. After that it was a blur of unbelief . . . belief . . . tears . . . dancing . . . hugging . . . more tears. The timing was so very perfect . . . and I think to the night of my father's prayer!
That fall, winter and spring Ralph kept his little “sock” in his pocket and I kept mine next to my bed. We prayed every day together, and separately many times a day for Kris. When I was having a sad day caring for my mother who then lived with us, Ralph would hug me and show me the little sock. It worked wonders . . .
The story is a beautiful one. A healthy grand daughter from Kris.
I stand convicted . . . I am a “goner” . . . with all of our grandchildren. When I am with one of them, or all of them, I am completely wrapped up in a joy and happiness and love that I can’t explain . . .
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