Understanding Gods Love

Christmas, so full of life, and miracles, was found wanting this year. A young mother sat by her daughter’s hospital bed, racked with tears. Her daughter was sleeping way too still; her last breaths would soon come. How could this happen to so beloved a child, she was way, too very, young. Where was God’s wisdom, in taking a six year old, or her father as taken in war? Church, friends, family, others, and her, had prayed till they could pray no more. They’d ask for her: to walk in the sun, and play again, with family to hold her hand. But her time was gone, like in an hourglass; the sand was almost, completely gone. The mother was afraid to pray anymore… what could it accomplish any more? What the disease hadn't taken, the cure had, nothing left, but for her soul, to soar. But how could she hand her to the angels? Strangers had always frightened her child. No, she sobbed, she’s way to young! Still she knew: life was never fair… or mild. Where was God when you need him! Please don’t take her away! Her mind riled! When suddenly, her daughter opened her eyes, and smiled her little, tired smile. She whispered: Papa’s here… to hold my hand… He’s taking me… where I can play. At that the fear receded… as she said she loved her… then watched her fade away. Perhaps her prayers HAD been answered… She’d had her time with her, after all. Now her Husband, would take her place… Perhaps it was his turn, to carry on. Tears would still be shed… It was natural for that to happen, when this befalls. But she knew her daughter now had everything, including The Great Father’s Love. There are many types of Christmas magic, but as her time came to a close… A mother’s love can’t be beat, except by God’s Love, for us all…