Nobody’s Girl

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You know how families have those embarrassing stories they like to bring out to well … embarrass you?

One of my mother’s favorite stories was about me and a book called Nobody’s Girl. Nobody’s Girl was actually her book when she was a child – I think her father bought it for her.

One rainy afternoon when I was in the third grade she got it out for me to read. I loved to read, so I was excited. I curled up in a chair, rain pounding against the window and began. The book was written in the 1800s when writing was extra poetic and dramatic and I soon figured out I was reading about a little girl who had lost both her dad and mom and was now wandering the streets of Paris.

This was too much for me and I starting crying. My mom, hearing me from the kitchen, assured me it had a happy ending.

Now I trusted my mom … most of the time … but as I continued reading about the girl’s troubles, I wasn’t sure this was one of those times.

My crying turned to sobbing. My mom again assured me it had a happy ending, but said she would come read to me.

Which she did, but not before she turned on a classical music station in the background that had some kind of sad violin music playing. She also turned on my dad’s recording equipment. (My dad had a radio program so we had mics and recorders in our house a long time before most people did.)

So picture this. The rain. The music. The recording. The sobbing.

And then she began reading. And then I continued sobbing and crying out “No, Mother, no …”

Again she assured me of the happy ending, but my cries of “No, Mother, No,” continued.

Finally, she stopped reading and I put the book away – until I was eighteen or so when one day I got the courage to actually read it (and it did have a happy ending.).

But we have that recording in the library of family memories. The rain pinging against the window, the somber music, and me weeping between the sobs of  “No, Mother, no.” My mom always thought it was hilarious … and I’ll admit, it kind of is,  Very dramatic child..

Yet, isn’t it like us as Christians?  We know we have a happy ending. yet so often we cry out, “No, God. No!” We forget the big picture and focus on the day. sure we cannot handle it.

I trusted my mom. If she said there would be a happy ending – there would be a happy ending. Yet. I chose to ignore her assurances and continue to sob and protest.

IMG_3981I don’t think the Lord turns on music and recording equipment. but I’m sure He shakes His head sometimes. “I’ve told them how it all turns out. Why won’t they listen?”

That doesn’t mean that every moment of every day will be enjoyable because it won’t – we KNOW that. But we also know that we have a great eternal life ahead of us … a happy ending. Let’s live with that in mind. Let’s teach out kids what a glorious future is waiting for them if they trust Christ.

But, as it is written,

What no eye has seen, nor ear heard,
    nor the heart of man imagined,
what God has prepared for those who love him” (1 Corinthains 2:9)

If then you have been raised with Christ, seek the things that are above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God. Set your minds on things that are above, not on things that are on earth. For you have died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God. When Christ who is your life appears, then you also will appear with him in glory. (Colossians 3:1-4)

For the grace of God has appeared, bringing salvation for all people,  training us to renounce ungodliness and worldly passions, and to live self-controlled, upright, and godly lives in the present age, waiting for our blessed hope, the appearing of the glory of our great God and Savior Jesus Christ, (Titus 2:11-13)

Let’s not get tangled in sadness. We know we have a happy ending.

(By the way, I still have the book if anyone wants to borrow it.)

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