The Orphan

She took bits of whatever food she could find to eat. Each day she grew weaker. She wished she could go to her bed in the apartment, but she was afraid the landlady would call the welfare people and they would take her away. In the morning she would search and find an empty box. She would make it her refuge, and sleep for a few hours.

During the hours she was awake she tried to talk to the Jesus man her grandmother had told her about. She wanted to know if Jesus loved the little children, why did He let their mothers die and let strange men frighten her. She wanted to know why she was always hungry, and had to steal to eat anything. She would have asked her Grandmother in person, but she had already gone to Heaven. Oh well, she would still say the prayer she'd known all these many years "The Lord is my Shepard." It brought her peace.

It was Sunday Evening and the church was warm and bright...The music was loud. Surely she would be safe. No one looked like they wanted to harm her. She was so very tired, and thought it might be o.k. If she could just lay down in the corner of the pew, for a bit.

Later that night the pastor found her. She had this quiet little smile on her face. She looked at peace. Her hand reached upward as if grasping the hand of another. The grass was like satin, the Lord's hands soft and warm. She had a brand new child- sized robe of satin, and wings with thousands of feathers. Glitters of Gold and Silver clung to the clothing and wings. She could hardly remember taking the wonderful mans hand, and walking out of the church with him. Back on the poor and dreary streets of earth, life went on, but there was a strange sense of goodness. Life felt better and talk was exchanged about why. No one knew about the little girl the Savior had walked with in the streets just one night ago.