One spring day, a single mother heard on the news that a couple at Westgate Tabernacle Church (a homeless shelter in West Palm Beach, Florida) were the parents of a newborn baby, and it is always a gift* when one receives a child. Well, they smiled so pretty for the camera, and then tomorrow came. And because they lived at a homeless shelter; the people in power thought that they could not be good parents, even though they loved their child. So, they took the child away from them, while the parents, and the preacher (who owns the shelter) went to court to fight for their rights to have their child. It seemed that this single mother who saw the story, knew about pain, and suffering, and being that she loves her own child so very much, and could feel the mother's pain; she broke down, and wept bitterly. Right then, and there, she decided to do what she could for that mother. So, she gathered together some items from her home, so not to exclude anyone, and for the mother of the child, she brought her favorite black dress, and her Bible, cause she knew that the Bible was powerful, and would give her life. And then she prayed, and was on her way. And she felt good in her heart. Having never been there, and knowing that the shelter was not in a good neighborhood; she decided to risk it, and she knew that God would take care of her. And she almost drove right on by, because she could not believe how small the church was, as it appeared much larger on the news. And then she remembered what her professor had taught her (while discussing hurricane Katrina) about the camera only showing what it wants you to see. She got out of her car, and walked up to the front door, and knocked. No one answered. And so she opened it slowly, not knowing what to expect. There was a Women's Bible study going on, and the counselor was sitting on the altar steps, and the ladies were seated in chairs in front of her. In succession, they all turned to look when she said, "I came to bring some donations for you." And you would have thought it was Christmas in June, by the looks on their faces. The mother of the newborn baby was not there because she was in court fighting for her child. And do you know, that Bible fulfilled its promise, and today, this mother, and father are able to see their baby, because the pastor decided to raise it, giving them the right to visit, and be the parents they wish to be. And God is so good. And we should always do what we can to help others.
Heartstrings Two, Copyright © 2008 by Library of Congress
About Me
- Janylee McGlinchy
- I am a Christian woman of God. I was given the gift of a child to raise, and I am thankful for being chosen to be a mother. I am a published author. I write poetry and stories, meditations and reflections. I offer my writing as a gift to the world, though I long for the day that I will be published for royalties. I have three compilations of poetry and stories titled Heartstrings. I have letters published in several newspapers along the East coast. I am passionate about writing. I come from a family of writers in Maine. I am related to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and Edna St. Vincent Millay. I write from the heart. I am an old fashioned gal and sentimental lady. The rivers are wide and deep. I work hard at trying to capture the emotions behind my writing. And because I love words ardently, as Emily Dickinson did, I have wept over my own writing. I am a romantic poet and I still believe in the fairy tale romance. I am also passionate about helping the poor and needy. I can often be found ministering to the homeless. And if I had only two coins, I would give them away, because it is greater to give than to receive.
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