My Story
The small girl sat on her mothers bed, twisting the tiny statue in her hands. It was bedtime which meant time for prayers. This night was different though, because instead of her mother sitting on the edge of her bed, she now sat on her mothers bed, eager to start their bedtime ritual. Her mother had become suddenly ill a few hours before. She wasn't feeling well and the small girl sensed her discomfort as she squirmed to find a comfortable place in the bed beside her. The tiny statue she held in her hand was a statue of praying hands. It was something her grandfather had given her and it usually sat on top of her dresser. She loved that statue because it held such strength and hope. It seemed the perfect gift for someone who didn't feel well. She handed it to her mother with a hug. "This is for you so you'll feel better" she said. Her mother could barely open her eyes because of the horrible headache, but smiled weakly and said ...