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Rosie's Prayer. Inspirational Flash Fiction. Free Christian Story.

 



Rosie's Prayer. Inspirational Flash Fiction. Free Christian Story.



There was definitely no money for shoes: Rosie knew that with an absolute certainty. But as she glanced down at the two little pairs of worn out sandals, she was also certain of something else: the shoes wouldn't last much longer. Benny's toes were already creeping over the front of his, and Jacob's were nearly worn out. Rosie sighed as she glanced around the simple room. Fortunately, the boys school shoes were still holding out, but they couldn't wear those all the time. No. They must make their school shoes last. As she sat on the battered sofa, she could almost hear the happy sounds the apartment often rang with. Her sweet boys. There was only one thing to do. Rosie closed her eyes. "Dear Lord, You said that we do not get because we do not ask. Well, I'm asking now."

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On Sunday morning, Benny and Jacob dressed in their neatest clothes and put their old sandals on. "Do I have to wear them, Mama?" Moaned Benny. "They hurt my feet."
"Mine too." Jacob complained. "Can't we go barefoot?"
"You can take them off as soon as we get home."
Rosie led the way down the stairwell and out onto the hot street. She thanked the Lord for the old shade trees that generously shielded them from the worst of the sun.

Once at church, Rosie forgot all about her money worries. It was so good to be there. She soaked in the worship and the Pastor's words like a plant in need of water. 

After church, she gratefully drank the cup of tea which one of the ladies placed in her hand. Someone touched her lightly on the shoulder. "Rosie," a woman she knew slightly smiled warmly and held a plastic bag out to her. "I hope you don't mind, but I felt the Lord telling me to give these shoes to you."

"Shoes?"

"Yes. I was cleaning up the other day, and I found them. Michael grew out of them years ago."

Rosie thanked the woman as tears formed in her eyes. Shoes! Once home, she lifted two pairs of sandals from the bag and held them, awestruck. Thanks and praise bubbled over her lips as she called her boys to try them on. Both pairs looked brand new, and they were a perfect fit.


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Based on a true story.


Scripture reference: James 4: 2-3


Note: In Rosie's Prayer, Rosie prays for a need to be met and her prayer is answered. Scripture warns us not to pray for things with the wrong motivation.



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Copyright: Alison Lawrence



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With love, blessings, and prayers.

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