The Phone Call by Kay Heitsch (TRUE STORY) When the phone rang I rolled over and looked at the clock. Who would be calling at this hour? I mumbled. I answered the phone. When I put the phone to my ear, all I could hear was a woman sobbing. Oh Lord, who is this? She must have the wrong number, I reasoned, as I tried to shake myself awake. Finally, through her sobs I heard her say, Kay, my name is Sue.* You dont know me. I need someone to talk to. There was a pause as she caught her breath. Sue began to sob again, then cried out, My little boy is dead! It was a horrible accident. I ran over him today with the tractor. WHOA! My mind was having a hard time taking all of this in. I started to think, Am I awake or is this a bad dream? For a few seconds, I wasnt quite sure. Sue started to calm down a bit; then went on to explain exactly what had happened that afternoon. As best as I can recall, Sue had decided to mow their big yard with a tractor. Her young son Bobby* wanted to ride on her lap while she mowed. For some reason he fell off her lap and landed under the blade. Bobby was killed! To tell you the truth, I have no idea what I said when Sue shared the details of the day. Ive learned that words arent necessary when a person is grieving. The grieving person needs to talk about what happened; sometimes repeating the story many times. I dont understand this, but Ive seen that talking about the situation seems to help with the healing process. Sue and I talked and talked. Other than talking about the accident, she shared with me that she was married and had an older daughter, Lisa*, who was about eight years old. Sue said that Lisa was having a very hard time dealing with her little brothers death. During the next few days I prayed many times for ways to help Sue and Lisa. The day arrived for Bobbys funeral. I knew I needed to be there for Sue. While I was getting dressed for the funeral, I had a Divine inspiration. A thought came to me to buy Lisa a stuffed animal. I left the house early and stopped at a local store and bought a cute stuffed animal. I didnt have time to wrap it, so I bought a pretty gift bag and some colored tissue paper. I put the stuffed animal in the bag and topped it off with the tissue paper. I knew this thought to buy the stuffed animal must be from the Lord, since Id never done anything like this before, or even thought of it, for that matter. When I walked into the funeral home I saw little Lisa sitting with her head hanging down. I walked over and handed her the pretty gift bag. Lisa looked up with tears in her eyes and gave me a faint smile. She removed the stuffed animal from the bag and held it close throughout the service. I could see that holding this stuffed animal was bringing comfort to Lisa. To this day, I still dont know who gave Sue my phone number, but I know the Lord does. I was in the grieving process myself when the phone call came. As I prayed and allowed God to show His love through me, I also received Gods healing balm of love, healing my wounded heart. * Names have been changed.
Posted on: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 13:10:47 +0000
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