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Thursday, November 1, 2007

Someone Who Understands

The following story has meant a lot to me during times of suffering and struggle in my life. When I had a miscarriage about 10 years ago, I felt so empty and struggled with the why this happened. In the 6 months following, I was able to minister to three close friends who also suffered miscarriages. Although the pain and loss were still there, I was able to use my brokenness to comfort another.

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the pups and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little boy. "Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies." "Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, "these puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money." The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer. "I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?" "Sure," said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle, "Here, Dolly!" he called. Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight. As the dogs made their way to the fence the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another little ball appeared; this one noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up...."I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt. The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would." With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands."

The world is full of people who need someone who understands.

May we seek to be "someone who understands" for people we encounter. May we allow God to redeem our pain and suffering to bring glory to Himself!

In Him,


Blogger Carol said...

I often think God allows difficult situations into my life so I will be a person who understands for someone else. He is so good!

November 1, 2007 at 9:08 AM  
Blogger Denise said...

Bless you dear one.

November 1, 2007 at 10:24 AM  
Blogger Tiffany Stuart said...

So glad someone was there to comfort you. Everyone needs to know they are not alone in their suffering.

I've always loved that story too.

November 1, 2007 at 12:29 PM  
Blogger Heather@Mommymonk said...

Oh what a sweet story - that bundle of fur made me cry!

November 1, 2007 at 2:12 PM  
Blogger Tammy said...

What a great post! Thanks for sharing!

November 1, 2007 at 7:14 PM  
Blogger Tammy said...

What a great post! Thanks for sharing!

November 1, 2007 at 7:14 PM  
Blogger Joyce said...

I have heard the story before. Thank you for writing it. About 33 years ago I lost a baby to SIDS and have been able to help others to try again and there are 2 young adults alive from a conversation with one dear friend. God is so Good.

November 2, 2007 at 8:15 AM  
Anonymous Lynn said...

I love that story Kelly. Thank you for this sweet reminder.

November 3, 2007 at 6:10 PM  

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