Leora snapped her final green bean, tossed it into a large ceramic bowl and heaved a sigh of relief. The summer heat caused her to wither like a thirty rose bush.
“Grammy, are we going to eat some green beans for supper?” Justin squealed.
“Yes, we are my little buckaroo. Grammy will add a little bacon grease, simmer them in a pot for a few hours, and they will be absolutely delicious.” Leora said as she lifted Justin on her lap. “And Granddaddy will love every single morsel.”
“Granddaddy loves everything you cook, Grammy. You know what he always says about you.” Justin cupped his pudgy hands around his mouth and chanted, “Grammy’s good at cooking and Grammy’s sure good looking!”
Leora squeezed Justin and planted a kiss on his chubby cheeks. “Oh, Justin, I love you so much.”
Sirens screamed in the distance.
Justin’s eyes bulged in terror. “I don’t like ambulances, Grammy, not since they took Mommy to the hospital.”
“I know, Justin, but we’ve got Mommy in a good place with the best doctors to get her the help she needs.”
“Grammy, when we couldn’t wake her up. It really scared me.” Justin sobbed as he buried his face in his grandmother’s chest. “When I saw the blood on the bathroom floor and the mirror and then her wrists….”
Swelling waves of sorrow swept over the duet. As Leora rocked Justin, the steady beat of the rocker seemed to keep time as she hummed her favorite hymns. The hours slipped by like melted butter off a plate.
“Lord, just like Paul and Silas. I’m singing in the dark. I trust You to do the impossible. I take confidence in Your Word. All things work together for good... (Romans 8:28 KJV) I believe for my Maggie. I believe that one day I will see her play her violin for You.”
Hope rose with the dawn in her soul.
** Ten years later **
“Justin, are you ready? We don’t want to be late.” Leora tossed her silk scarf around her shoulders and scurried to the door.
“Can you believe it, Grammy? Mom is going to give her testimony tonight. It’s surreal to me. After all we’ve been through.”
Leora grinned. “Oh, I can believe it.”
They scooted in the back pew just as the pastor opened the service in prayer. After a brief introduction, Justin’s mother stood to speak.
“Before I share my testimony tonight, I’d like to play “What a Friend We Have in Jesus” on my violin for you. He never gave up on me, even when I gave up on myself.”
The fluid, willowy notes of Maggie’s violin floated through the sanctuary as Leora reminisced about the day that hope rose with the dawn in her soul. She whispered a prayer. “I have confidence in Your Word, Lord. Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things unseen.” (Hebrews 11:1 KJV)
This is a true story about my mother. She required several hospitalizations for her severe depression. My grandmother (her mother) began to pray. She was confident that God was going to spare my mother’s life. During this time she felt the Lord assured her that she would see my mother play her violin for Jesus one day and she did.
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