JUNIOR KING'S BUSINESS
What Made
The
Crying Lady Happy Again
by Ethel S. Low
H a r o l d B r o w n cam e h om e from sch ool on e d a y v e ry m u ch trou b a w a y to te ll h er som e th in g im p o r tant. “ M o th e r,” h e said, “ w h e n I w e n t to sch o o l this m o rn in g , I saw a la d y sittin g on h e r b a ck steps ju st cry in g as h a rd as she co u ld c r y — at th at p re tty w h ite h ou se w h e re th e b a b y used to be in th e b u g g y on th e p o rch .” “ Y es, d ea r,” a n sw ered M o th e r. ” 1 k n ow a b ou t th at p o o r la d y . G od took h e r little b a b y u p to liv e w ith Jesus, ju st as H e d id o u r b a b y , an d she cries a lm ost a ll th e tim e. T h e D a d d y is w o rrie d a b ou t h er, b u t h e ca n ’t d o a n y th in g to m a k e h e r stop c r y in g .” “ W h y does she cry so m a n y days, M o th e r? Y o u d id n ’t c r y so lo n g , and n o n e o f us d id , an d w e lo v e d o u r b a b y a w fu l m u ch .”
d a y , said ea rn estly, “ A m e n .” N e x t m o rn in g , Janet R a y w e n t ou t to th e ca r w ith h e r h u sb a n d w h e n h e le ft, ju st as she a lw a y s d id , an d she k ep t th e tears b a ck u n til h e d rove a w a y , fo r it w o rrie d h im to see h e r cry . T h e n she sat d o w n on th e b a ck steps o f h e r h ouse, an d ga v e w a y to h e r tears. S u d d e n ly a little b o y ’s v o ice close besid e h e r said, “ G o o d m o rn in g , L a d y. P lease d o n ’t c r y .” She lo o k e d u p th ro u g h h e r tears to see a b o y a b ou t seven years o ld , a ll scru b b ed cle a n an d p in k , rea d y fo r sch ool. H is b lu e eyes w e re fu ll o f distress, an d h e said a g a in , “ L a d y , please d o n ’t c r y a n y m ore. Y o u r little b a b y isn ’t ou t in th e g ro u n d in the co ld . H e w e n t to liv e in Jesus’ house w h e re it is b e a u tifu l, an d a ll th e c h il d ren are w e ll an d h a p p y . T h a t w as just th e little house h e liv e d in that
“ Y es, w e ce rta in ly lo v e d ou r d a rl in g b a b y as m u ch as a n y b o d y co u ld . But y o u see, w e k n ow th e L o rd Jesus, an d w e k n ow H e a lw a y s does w h a t is best, an d H e h a d a g o o d reason w h ich w e d o n ’t k n ow , fo r ta k in g o u r little K a th leen to h ea ven . T h is p o o r la d y d oesn ’t k n ow th e L ord Jesus.” “ W h y d oesn ’t s om e b o d y te ll h er a b ou t H im ? W h y d o n ’t y o u do it, M o th e r, to d a y ?” H a ro ld asked q u ick ly- “ Son, several ladies h a ve g o n e to see h er, b u t sjie w ill n o t com e to the door. She stays lo ck e d in side, an d th ey ca n ’t g e t in , so th e y ca n ’t h e lp h e r.” ’ “ O h ,” H a ro ld said in a d iscou ra g ed v o ice as h e w e n t o u t to p la y . T h a t n ig h t b e fo re H a ro ld w e n t to b ed , h e p ra y e d th a t G od w o u ld do som e th in g a b o u t th at p o o r la d y w h o crie d a ll th e tim e. A n d h is m oth er, w h o h a d b een s ile n tly p ra y in g a ll
le d , and h u n ted M o th e r u p rig h t
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