BEAUTIFUL BROWN EYED DOLL BABY
BEAUTIFUL BROWN EYED DOLL BABY
“But when Jesus saw it, He was much displeased, and said unto them, offer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not; for such s the kingdom of God." Mark 10:14 (NKJV)
The 2nd shift was more chaotic than usual. I was the float secretary for the whole hospital. On Saturdays I knew I would spend a lot of my time in the Emergency Room.
My beeper went off while I was on the Cardiac Unit paging me to go to the ER. The ambulance was on its way with an injured child. Anything that involved a sick or hurt child was always traumatizing to me. They were so innocent and trusting and confused because they were being “hurt.” I knew we were only doing things to help them but that “look” of fear in their eyes always got to me. My heart raced with anticipation as I headed for ER.
The ambulance was pulling up to the door as I entered the unit. The mother pulled up behind them. She hurried in the door with a frightened looking little boy following her. I noticed the bruise on his cheek. He stood clinging to his mother as she gave me the information we needed.
The petite little girl laid lifeless on the stretcher as the rescue team rushed her through the revolving doors. Her name was Mandy. She was three years old. “She had fallen down the stairs.” according to her mother standing at the window.
Before I could obtain all the information the doctor was demanding the mother be brought to the back. I accompanied her so I could finish the paper work. The obviously angry doctor demanded, “Lady, what happened to this little girl?”
“She was playing and fell down the stairs” the mother replied ducking her head..
“Lady, there’s no way this happened by a fall down the stairs,” he said through gritted teeth.
Catching sight of the little boy he walked over to him calmly, cupping his hand under his chin and viewing the bruise on his cheek. “What’s your name son,” he asked very softly for the child was trembling.
“Johnny,” he said barely above a whisper.
“Son, I need to look at your tummy and back, okay?”
Tears welled up in my eyes as saw the bruising made on his little back from either a belt or wide stick.
Looking at the lady with eyes that were blazing with anger the doctor asked, “Did he fall down the stairs too?” Did you or your husband do this? he said demanding an immediate answer.
“I didn’t do it and I don’t got a husband,” she answered defensively.
“Have you got a boyfriend that doesn’t know how to treat kids?” he persisted.
“They wouldn’t mind and he got mad. If they’d just mind everything would be okay,” the lady tried to assure him.
I stood there feeling numb looking into the face of one of the most beautiful little girls I had even seen. Her perfect olive colored skin was marred only by the hand of an angry adult. Her black natural curly hair laid in little ringlets around her angelic little face. She had the biggest brown eyes that expressed a look of sadness that reached to the depth of my heart where I felt it break. No matter how many painful things the nursing staff did the child never made a whimper, she didn’t smile nor did she cry. It was like this cruel, inhumane individual had robbed her of her very soul. He had stolen her ability to respond to even love.
The x-rays revealed her injuries were too serious for our facility. Children’s Hospital was called and arrangements were made for an immediate transfer. Our ER doctor accompanied the paramedics for her safety.
The police were called and Johnny was taken into protective custody. “If you don’t have the guts to stop this I do. I will do everything in my power to see you never get these kids back.” the doctor informed the mother as he left the hospital. I wept as the children left. I would have taken both of them in a heartbeat. I desperately wanted children and had none. But, I was single and society hadn’t come to the conclusion a single adult could adopt children at that time.
How Jesus’ heart must have been broken by the cruelty. Mark 10:13-14 states, “And they brought young children to Him, that He may touch them; and His disciples rebuked those that brought them. But Jesus saw it, He was much displeased, and said unto them, Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not; for such is the kingdom of God.” (NKJV)
Lord, there’s angry people everywhere in today”s world which put so many children in a dangerous environment, Let us not turn a deaf ear or close our eyes to the need of a child or adult that You bring to our attention. Please get help to any individual that is tormented by anger and takes it out on any innocent person that gets in their way. Release them from the bondage that destroys them as well as those that are around them. In Jesus’ name I pray. Amen.
Thirty years have passed since that night in the hospital but numerous times through the years the Lord has brought that beautiful little face before me to pray for. I don’t know what happened to her but I know the King of Kings loves and cares about every pain she has suffered. Only God could repair the damage done to her inner soul. We must remember we are His Hand Extended here on earth. It is our responsibility to help any child that’s in such a serious situation, if it’s nothing more than carrying their needs to the Lord.
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Sylvia, thank you for this article. Jesus does love the little children, and if we are to follow in His footsteps, so should we. Besides, why would we not want to love them?
My dear Sylvia, it has been 26 years now since I was rescued, not by people, but by God, from the strong arm of cruelty. I tell a million stories, but most remain in the deep closets of my memories, to painful to bring out into the open. Yes, only God can repair the damage done to the inner soul. It has been a very, very long and very slow process of healing and restoration. Still, He restores my soul daily. I wept much in reading your article. I don't know who prayed for me except the Son at the right hand of the Father, because people either did not know or refused to see or simply didn't know what to do. I'm no brown-eyed doll baby with olive skin and dark brown hair. But I wanted to hold her and tell her "Don't ever stop loving. God's going to use every single ounce of your pain." You will not go unrewarded... this I know. God bless you tremendously.
Great job! May the Lord use you to reach out to those who are in need of His love.
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